Poor Alfred Lyrics - Singles - Highway 37

Poor Alfred there's no doubt you were a wreck 

Poor Alfred you slipped from your wooden deck 

You were constantly drunk you could not even swim 

Like a big stone you sank, your story is quite grim 

You always complained 

you didnt like your life 

After two beers you'd beat 

the hell out of your wife 

Poor Alfred 

Poor Alfred 

Poor Alfred you should not have left the pub 

Poor Alfred stuck to your grog and your grub 

Now you're feeding the crabs at the bottom of the sea 

No one is really sad (and) finally your kids are free 

You always complained 

you didnt like your life 

After two beers you'd beat 

the hell out of your wife 

Poor Alfred 

Poor Alfred 

Poor Alfred you were constantly drunk 

Poor Alfred you were just a piece of junk 

The sea was fairly rough (and) you were busy drinking 

For a bucket of fish, you ended up drowning 

You always complained 

you didnt like your life 

After two beers you'd beat 

the hell out of your wife 

Poor Alfred 

Poor Alfred