And when you couldn’t get it you were as peeved as a hen that tries to get results from a doorknob.
And you are the same lads who were whooping it up for pop and ice water at election time.
And who said that Demon Rum had killed more people than the doctors.
If you are a dry, why do you run yourselves bowlegged hunting for unhealthy licker,
And if you believe another lil’ drink won’t do us any harm, why do you vote the Sahara Desert ticket?
What’s the answer?
Darned if we know. We’re a Mick.