No Troubled Troubadour

While his body is out to dinner/ His brain is out to lunch/ He has his share of troubles/ In fact, he has a bunch/ He takes refuge in a bottle/ Trying to escape the crunch/ But it doesn't solve a thing/ Even though the liquor packs a punch/ He has a warehouse full of woes/ That grow worse no matter where he goes/ When he is liquored up, he thinks his name is "Bing"/ But the saddest part of it is- he can't even sing!