One poor fellow slips.for the joy of wine
Now can't stand up straight to save his soul
Waves of nausea..bend him out'a line..
Leaning on the corner street lamp pole

Leaning, leaning,
Not to be sick is his main goal
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the corner street lamp pole

Way too drunk to walk, laced with muscatel
Next time he should skip the drinks and bowl
Hope no cruiser comes,..nose like Tinkerbell
Leaning on the corner street lamp pole

Leaning, leaning,
Legs wobble like a crippled mole..
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the corner street lamp pole

Mind's too numb to dread what he'll have to face
When he's finished with his homeward stroll
Harsh domestic doom from his woman, Grace
Leaning on her corner street lamp pole..

Leaning, leaning
Large rolling pin will take it's toll
She waits, leaning,
Leaning on her corner street lamp pole