10cc The Anonymous Alcoholic with Lyrics in Description

Track 6 from their sixth album “Bloody Tourists” released in 1978 copyright Mercury/Polydor Records. Written and produced by Eric Stewart & Graham Gouldman. Featuring: Eric Stewart - Lead vocals, lead, slide & acoustic guitars, organ, electric & acoustic pianos, synthesizers, cow bell, maracas & background vocals Graham Gouldman – Lead vocals, bass, rhythm & acoustic guitars, zither, cabasa, tambourine, whistle & background vocals Rick Fenn – Lead & acoustic guitars, organ, sax, synthesizers Paul Burgess – Drums, congas, marimba, vibes, glockenspiel, tambourine & triangle Stuart Tosh – Drums, cabasa, trombone, congas, bongos, cow bell, jingle bells, tambourine & background vocals, lead vocal on “Reds In My Bed“ Duncan MacKay – Synthesizers, organ, Grand piano, electric piano, violin, bass pedals, steel drums, tambourine & background vocals You walk in the room, the folks are all there With glasses in hand, but you can’t take the band So you head for the bar The barman’s well stocked, he knows where you’re at He offers a drink but you can’t take none of that (No, you can’t take none of that) Everybody’s havin’ fun, so why be the one Who’s out in the cold, it’s not good enough You made a deal with yourself You said you’d never, never take another drop Your cravin’s big, your liver’s shot You’d give a million for a solitary drop You take your first belt, it tastes like pure hell The second one drops, intentions are shot Well you think you might as well, you take another sip You get to likin’ it, the music sounds hip So you head for the floor (so you head for the floor) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well you step out on the dance floor And you grab at your boss’s wife You’ve been longin’ to hold her close For the whole of your workin’ life And the band played on Hey (move your ass) Well your hostess is lookin’ mad As your hands start to wander And your boss is gonna get you now He’s gonna put you six feet under You get walked to the door and Your feet don’t touch the floor You’re never gonna see ’em no more The dawn starts to break, your head’s a big ache You’re lyin’ in bed, you’re back from the dead And your mouth feels like old leather (old leather) Never do it again (you’ll never do it again) Everyone was havin’ fun but you were the one Kicked out in the cold, you slept in your clothes You let ’em down, down at the club You know your confidence got to take the rub Your boss is sore, you’ve had your chance He says he never wants to see you again Don’t wanna see you again (don’t wanna see you again) You’ve got to dry out, the boys have found out It’s the end of the line but it’s martini time So you head for the bar