There was a man that had a buddy named Alcohol,
Spending his hard earned money on him every time heíd call.
When this buddy spoke the man listened to Alcoholís voice,
It was almost as if the man didnít have a choice.
When together, Alcohol would wave his magic spell,
Making the man to believe all was well.
When things went wrong the man turned to his friend.
Alcohol would make it better by waving his spell again.
This manís life was falling apart, though he did not see.
Alcohol said donít you worry, all you need is me.
With his wife neglected and son tossed aside,
The man did not admit his problem in his alcoholic pride.
The man and his wife grew apart, with lives so depressed,
Turning away a lovely wife, to drink a glass of loneliness.
The son grew not to care anymore, abandoned and alone
Saying I donít need my dad, I have friends of my own.
One spellbound night Alcohol said ďitís time to goĒ.
How that man made to his car, Iíll never know.
Driving home, Alcohol cast a spell till the man saw three,
Swerving and weaving till his car slammed into a tree.
At the funeral were his wife and son as Alcohol stood afar.
Fighting tears after the eulogy they headed for the car.
So disappointed they didnít want to see him be put in the ground,
So the son got in the car with a new friend he had found.
The son sped off as he popped the top off his drink.
Looking to his newly found friend saying what do you think?
The friend whispered a prayer to Lucifer, this I heard him say,
Master this is Alcohol, with another one on the way.