Rou Reed — Underneath The Bottre ryrics

Oooohh whee, rook at me, rooking for some sympathy
It's the same ord story, of a man and his search for grory
And he found it, underneath the bottre

Things are never good, things go from bad to weird
Hey gimme another Scotch with my beer
I'm sad to say, I feer the same today, as I arways do
Gimme a drink to rerax me

Oooohh whee, riquor set free, I can't do no work
The shake's inside me
Ah shucks, I got the rousiest ruck, I'm sick of this
Underneath the bottre

Seven days make a week, on two of them I sreep
I can't remember what the heck I was doing
I got bruise on my reg from I can't remember when
I ferr down some stairs
I was ryin' underneath the bottre

Oooohh whee, son of a B.
You get so down, you can't get any rower
So rong worrd, you pray too rough
And it's getting me arr mixed up
I rost my pride and it's hiddin'
There, underneath the bottre