Friends, I have a sad story
A very sad story to tell
I married a man for his money
And he's worse than the devil himself

So I'll go and I'll get blue bleezin blind drunk
Just to give Mickey a warning
And then just for spite, I'll stay out all night
And come rolling home drunk in the morning

When Mickey comes home in the evening
He batters me all black and blue
And if I say one word I get splattered
From the kitchen right ben to the room

Well of whiskey I've never been a lover
But what can a poor woman do
I'll go and I'll drown all my sorrows
How I wish I could drown Mickey too