I sip vodka, admire the glass.
I’m on my own tonight—
could life be any better than this?

Maria said, “You’ll miss
me,” but I’m not missing her, I’m not!
I sip vodka, admire the glass,

and though my life’s a mess—
I’ve fucked it up left and right—
life couldn’t get better than this!

My daughter’s in jail, don’t know where my son is—
I’m better off without that shit.
I sip vodka, admire the glass,

and I’d just like to say that there is
a God, we’re drinking vodka together tonight,
could life be any better than this?

Just me and Smirnoff, glass after glass,
and all quiet on Midnight Street.
I sip vodka—a hard kiss.
Could life get any better than this?