There is a trunk in the attic
Full with love letters
And memories I dare not explore
From a lovely young maiden
...
She is fair, fat, and forty
She giggles when she talks
She wobbles as she walks
For she really gets around
...
You're always tipsy topsy turvy
And you are always feeling blue
I once loved you true my darling
And I thought you loved me to
...
A Trunk In The Attic
There is a trunk in the attic
Full with love letters
And memories I dare not explore
From a lovely young maiden
Whom I once loved so dearly
Back in the days of yore
She married another
Without saying goodbye
And left me alone
Just as blue as the sky
I took up drinking as a hobby
It turned into a twenty-four hour a day job
I was driven to excessive drinking
I drank day or night
I just had to have a drink
I was lost as the trunk in the attic
So I joined AA
I threw my bottle away
Now I am happy living
Just one day at a time.