The fog horn blows
Stand on your tip toes
Look out the windows
Crooked teeth on the bottom row
Takes a lower lip to know
Vodka Sorrow
Watch her go home
Were you really there?
Vodka sorrow
Walks to the phone box
In rabbit fur
Lookin back the edges blurred
Now day break is on your back
Like the train is on the track
Vodka Sorrow
Watch her go home
Were you really there
Vodka sorrow

Vodka Sorrow