I´ve got to give it up I´ve got to give it up
That stuff
I´ve got to give it up I´ve got to give it up
That stuff

Tell my mama and tell my pa
That their fine young son didn´t get far
He made it to the end of a bottle
Sitting in a sleazy bar

He tried hard but his spirit broke
He tried until he nearly choked
In the end he lost his
Bottle drinking alcohol

I´ve got to give it up I´ve got to give it up
That stuff
I´ve got to give it up I´ve got to give it up
That stuff

Tell my brother I tried to write and
Put pen to paper but I was frightened
I couldn´t seem to get the words out right
Right quite right

Tell my sister I´m sinking slow
Now and again I powder my nose
In the end I lost my bottle
It smashed in a casbah

I´ve got to give it up I´ve got to give it up
That stuff
I´ve got to give it up I´ve got to give it up
That stuff

I´ve got to give it up I´ve got to give it up
That stuff
I´ve got to give it up I´ve got to give it up
That stuff

I´ve been messing with the heavy stuff
For a time I couldn´t get enough
But I´m waking up and it´s wearing off
Junk don´t take you far

Tell my Mama I´m coming home
In my youth I´m getting older
And I think it´s lost control
Mama I´m coming home

I´ve got to give it up I´ve got to give it up
That stuff
I´ve got to give it up I´ve got to give it up
That stuff