Will there be any bartenders up there in heaven?. Will the pubs never close? Will the glass never drain?. No more DTs and no shakes and no horrors. The very next morning you feel right as rain. 'Cause God loves a drunk lowest of men. Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen. But a drunk's only trying to get free of his body. And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven. His shouts and his curses they are just hymns and praises. To kick-start his mind now and then. O God loves a drunk come raise up your glasses amen. Does God really care for your life in the suburbs?. Your dull little life full of dull little things. And bring up the babies to be just like daddy. And maybe I'll be there when he gives out the wings. But God loves a drunk although he's a fool. Oh he wets in his pants and he falls off his stool. And he can't hear the insults and whispers go by him. As he leans in the doorway and he sings sally racket. He can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body. And soak through his clothes to the skin. O God loves a drunk come raise up your glasses amen. Will there be any pen-pushers up there in heaven?. Does crawling and wage-slaving win you God's love?. I pity you worms with your semis and pensions. If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above. Oh God loves a drunk although he's a clown. Oh you can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down. But he don't give a curse for what people think of him. He screams at his demons alone in the darkness. He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle. Won't you throw him a few pennies friend?. Ah God loves a drunk for ever and ever amen