He go walk, key eighteen hours, see wow, He drink vodka now, feeling quite proud. Lost in the night, searching for more fun, With every sip, feeling the warmth of the sun. The world spins around him, colors blur, His laughter echoing, feeling so secure. He dances in the street, vodka in hand, Feeling alive, in a magical land. The hours pass by, but he doesn't care, In this moment, nothing can compare. He goes on and on, in a vodka haze, Living for now, in a vodka daze.