You don't answer my calls so I'm writing you a letter

The grapevine has it that you're drinking far too much

Heard the doctor dropped by, looked into your eye

Said, "Baby Baby you trying to die

You're so darned stoned that I think you're losing touch"

Well you're losing everything

Devil's on your case, look out you'll fall

Yeah you're losing everything

Blue in the face and still you don't hear me call

Calling you back, calling you

You don't hear me call, you don't hear at all

You're such a sinner, you look a little thinner than you used to be

Your wicked ways gonna wear you to the bone

You're out so late looking for a date, (maybe two or three)

It's da booze made you wicked, can't you leave dat stuff alone