Half a pint then there were seven lads around

"Limp Jo" gave him whiskey

And "Rick Holder" served him gin

Now they're accessory to the lobo state he's in

Hours disappeared like a lion on the run

Just like cold beer in the hot Sahara sun

Pretty "red haired Catharin" sat down on his lap

Knocked back your load, that kind of stuff 's a trap

Guide me through this night, she said, but first play me a tune

Johnny Lee Roth played "The rising of the moon"

People danced upon the tables

And they jumped from chair to chair

As the fiddle filled the smoky lock-in air

"Johnny Lee Roth’s" next snapshot was a quiet riverside

Before his brain waved temporary good-bye

When I woke up this morning, I was not alone

Will you wack fol the diddle day

Demons, ants and elephants, they blocked all my way

And Catharin required me to pay

I ran inside of the bathroom, for a shower and a shave

Will you wack fol the diddle day

But a devil in the mirror told me "get out of my way

If not I'll fucking drown you in the bay"

I felt like a polar bear down in Angola

And my heart pounded like a joiner high on speed

I ran downstairs for a Powers

Just to survive the next hour

I was a prisoner, the road outside was packed

I phoned a travel bureau, but a sharp female voice said

Will you wack fol the diddle day

"I was married to Lee Roth years ago, and you sound the same way

So stay back home no matter what you say"

I ran back for my Powers, tried to heal my moss-grown brain

Then I fell down on my knees, tried to construct my own prayer

And this is about the words I said

"Jesus guide my life through sunshine and through shadows

Put your light on me wherever I may go

Incalculable as the weather

But those things will soon be better"

Now the clock is half past eight, it's Sunday evening

It's so quiet at my hotel

I can hear some distant church-bells

So I think I'll make an evening walk-around