I'd rather be sloppy drunk than anything I know I'd rather be sloppy drunk than anything I know And another half a pint, mama, will see me go.
I love my moonshine whiskey better than a chippie loves her man I love my moonshine whiskey better than a chippie loves her man You can take your billy bop (?), give me my cool kind can.
I'd rather be sloppy drunk, sitting in the can I'd rather be sloppy drunk, sitting in the can Than to be on the streets, running from the man.
Mmm, bring me another two-bit pint Mmm, bring me another two-bit pint Cause I've got my habit on, I'm going to wreck this j'int.
My gal done quit me, for somebody else My gal done quit me, for somebody else Now I'm sloppy drunk, mama, sleeping by myself.