Some would say the bottle's half-empty, But I'd say my stomach's half full. Some would say I drank the day away, But I say I've got the night still. And another bottle in the cabinet, Will give me another thrill. You might say the drinking won't cure me. But I'm quite sure it will.
And the spirit in the bottle, Is sure to serve his master, I've got me a genie, And my wish is to get plastered. I don't need sobriety, And I don't need society, When that spirit in the bottle sets me free.
Some would say that I am the slave, And the bottle owns me. Some say it's gonna take me to my grave, Some say it'll drown me in the sea. But me, I know much better. It's the liquor that keeps me alive. And whenever that whisky pumps through my veins, I know I will survive.
And the spirit in the bottle, Is sure to serve his master, I've got me a genie, And my wish is to get plastered. I don't need sobriety, And I don't need society, When that spirit in the bottle sets me free.