All right... I'm sick as I can be...
Some people call me a junker, cause I'm loaded all the time
I just feel happy and I feel good all the time
Some people say I use a needle, and some say I slip cocaine
But that's the best old feelin' that I ever need
Say goodbye, goodbye to whiskey
Lord and so long to gin
I just want my reefer, I just want to feel high again
Oh yes I'm a junker
I feel all right
Some people, some people crave for chicken
And some crave for a house steak
But when I get loaded lord I don't want my milk and cake
Oh yeah that's what I want now...
They call me a junker...
Cause I'm loaded all the time...
But that ain't nothin that I feel good all the time...