Trudy comes home with a gun Reeking of gin She's got an itch on her head Wearing her wig again Trudy hangs out the window in a shrub She waits Grinding her teeth scratching her head When trudy comes along, she goes alone Collecting bottles on the way Trudy wakes up to buy a new pint Clutching her head The bottle goes down down Another day awaits When trudy comes along, she goes alone Collecting bottles on the way Swallowed a bottle Swallowed a gun Swallowed a bottle Swallowed a gun