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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elton John
Vocals
Dee Murray
Bass Guitar
Davey Johnstone
Electric Guitar
Nigel Olsson
Drums
Leroy Gomez
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elton John
Composer
Bernie Taupin
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gus Dudgeon
Producer
David Hentschel
Engineer
Andy Scott
Assistant Engineer
Peter Kelsey
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
Disturbance's going to crucify my days
And the days they get longer and longer
And the night time is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I'm a genuine example of a social disease
Oh, my landlady lives in a caravan
Well, that is when she isn't in my arms
And it seems, I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I'm a genuine example of a social disease
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and I have a pot of gold
I'm a genuine example of a social disease
I'm a genuine example of a social disease
Writer(s): Bernie Taupin, Elton John
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