Sloe Gin

I'm drinking sloe gin and it's far from December I'm drinking sloe gin only to remember I'm drinking sloe gin only to forget I'm drinking slowly as there's just a finger left I'm drinking all that I can find inside my house But I'm feeling sentimental for the famous grouse She taught me all about how ugly I could be And that goodbye was something else entirely I'm drinking milk because I'm told it heals your bones I'm drinking honey for the goodness in the combs But all this milk is old and bad beyond compare And all this honey leaves me struggling for air No, no, no, no, I'm drinking sloe gin No, no, no, no, I'm thinking so thin No, no, no, no, I'm drinking sloe gin No, no, no, no, I must be goin'