God Loves A Drunk

God Loves A Drunk - Richard Thompson

Will there be any bartenders up there in heaven

Will the pubs never close

Will the glass never drain

No more dt's and no shakes

And no horrors

Very next morning you feel right as rain

O god loves a drunk

Lowest of men

With the dogs in the street

And the pigs in the pen

But a drunk's only trying to get free of his body

And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven

His shouts and his curses

Are just hymns and praises

To kick start his mind now and then

O god loves a drunk

Come raise up your glasses amen

Does god really care

For your life in the suburbs

A dull little life

Of dull little things

And bring up the babies to be just like daddy

And maybe you'll be there when

He gives out wings

But god loves a drunk

Although he's a fool

He wets in his pants

And he falls off his stool

He can't hear the insults and whispers go by him

As he leans in the doorway and sings sally racket

Can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body

And soak through his clothes to the skin

O god loves a drunk

Come raise up your glasses a men

Will there be any pen pushers up there in heaven

Does clerking and wage slaving win you God's love

I pity you worms with your semis and pensions

If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above

God loves a drunk

Although he's a clown

You can't help but laugh

As he gags and falls down

He don't give a cuss for what people think of him

He screams at his demons alone in the darkness

He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle

Won't you throw him few pennies friend

O god loves a drunk

For ever and ever a men