Social Disease

Music by elton john
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album goodbye yellow brick road


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