Whiskey in my walking shoes.

Whiskey in my walking shoes. Whiskey in my walking shoes?. How am I supposed to lose the Blues? I've got whiskey in between my toes! And the smell of alcohol and toes into my nose.

I spilled some Brandy on the table. Some unknown brand with stupid label. If it was whiskey in my boots it wouldn't matter I'd just say scoot! But whiskey in my walking shoes? Whiskey in my walking shoes! What more do I have to lose?

I can't go out and have some fun. Grab a martini on the run. Maybe I'll just stay in and have some rum. Rum indoors can't be much fun. Rum is for outdoors full sun! But you know very well I can't go out there. Whiskey in my walking shoes how dare!

Call the papers let them see! Whiskey in my walking shoes, how can that be!? It wasn't there when I went to pee. Did you put it in there for me? My daughter is crafty. My daughter is slick! She could have put it there as a trick!

Pink elephants and flying hippos flying in relief. With Saint Bernards with brandy glasses held between their teeth. But why my shoes? My walking shoes? This trick is soo beneath.

Whiskey in my walking shoes. Bourbon in my socks. Vodka in my pillowcase. Now this has to stop! I swore I'd never drink again, but it seems this promise I can't win. With whiskey in my walking shoes I guess I'll just sit in and drink again.