Henry's Songbook

Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven
Will the pubs never close, will the glass never drain
No more D.T.s and no shakes and no horrors
And the very next morning you feel right as rain

But God loves a drunk, the lowest of men
Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen
But a drunk's only trying to get free from his body
And he soars like an eagle high up there in heaven
And his shouts and his curses are just hymns and praises
To kick-start his mind now and then

God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen

Does God really care for your life in the suburbs
A dull little life full of dull little things
And bring up the babies to be just like Daddy
And maybe you'll be there when He gives out the wings

But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool
And 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 sings 'Sally Rackett'
And he can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body
And soak through his clothes to the skin

God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen

Will there be any pen-pushers up there in Heaven
Does clerking 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

But God loves a drunk, although he's a clown
And you can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down
And he don't give a curse for what people think of him
And 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

God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen

(as sung by Norma Waterson)