Elton John - Social Disease lyrics

Music by elton john<br>Lyrics by bernie taupin<br>Available on the album goodbye yellow brick road<br><br>My bulldog is barking in the backyard<br>Enough to raise a dead man from his grave<br>And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing<br>Disturbance going to crucify my days<br><br>And the days they get longer and longer<br>And the nighttime is a time of little use<br>For I just get ugly and older<br>I get juiced on mateus and just hang loose<br><br>And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning<br>I get bombed for dinner time and tea<br>I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time<br>I'm a genuine example of a social disease<br><br>My landlady lives in a caravan<br>Well that is when she isn't in my arms<br>And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness<br>But my liquor also helps to grease her palms<br><br>And the ladies are all getting wrinkles<br>And they're falling apart at the seams<br>Well I just get high on tequila<br>And see visions of vineyards in my dreams