Good old Jack, there he sat in front of me
The level slowly dropping, now half empty
Pour another, a loving glance, down the hatch
One after another and still the pain’s there

Oh damn! The bottle is empty, I need more
Stagger across the room to cocktail cabinet
Ah! American Honey and a bottle of Tequila
Both are nearly full, back to the lounge

That song about tequila runs through my mind
One tequila, two tequila, something about floor
Can’t remember, how did the bottle get empty
Don’t remember drinking it all, ah well

Sweet, sweet American Honey, my darling
My face is wet with tears, why do I cry?
I can’t remember, wrack my brain, nothing
And suddenly I realise, I feel no pain