Text Písně: Social Disease - Elton John

My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
Disturbance going to crucify my days

And the days they get longer and longer
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I'm a genuine example of a social disease

My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

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Elton John - Harmony
Elton John - Daniel
Elton John - Teacher I Need You
Elton John - Elderberry Wine
Elton John - Blues For Baby And Me

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Elton John - Má holka je chudá
Elton John - Mountains
Elton John - GOODBYE,ENGLAND'S ROSE
Elton John - The Weight Of The World
Elton John - Porch Swing In Tupelo