Living in the bottle livin’ Boka blues Livin’ in the bottle, talkin’ with my muse Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no booze Livin’ in the bottle, ain’t got nothin’ to lose Down in the dining room all the people watchin’ the news Night is slowly comin’ down Crazy people’re walkin’ around Soon you’ll gonna hear the sound Of hungry mouths Singin’ the same old Boka blues Livin’ in the cellar, talkin’ with some ghosts Dying on a bed between the damp walls Run for a pound, wait for the call Workin’ as a waiter near a river shore Stay out of trouble, survive on the northern coast