Beer, rum, Old [Grandad, Crow, Overholt], can't stop,
We drunks boozin' a sloe spree,
We got stewed: brew, highball,
We lush Bols-y Skol-ers,
We get deep down, to blow, on knees,
Got to let it go, purged,
Reek does spew, come in seas.

We share gross moonshine,
We got Tokay puke call,
We plunge chunder finger,
We lose Coca-Cola,
We spray:
I soak you,
You soak me,
Much drinks not go well--
Food bits spew relentlessly.

Chunks spew retcher,
Rye downed; open, me.

We gag production,
We got Scotch-lust, love hooch,
We love go fo' sidecar,
We munch spicy crackers,
We got eats-chow bestowed on he's,
Blow food on hit arms: hare,
Mousse, ham, veal, grits, Ritz, cheese.

Drunken, senseless,
Rye shout: "Open me!"

We roll a coaster,
We sloshed early morning,
We love none de water,
We some eau*-go swillers,
We take plum, dat's yum!
Bad on tummy.
Gut to be food lurching,
Must be mo' barf in me.

Chunks spew retcher,
Rye spouts over me.


*eau de vie: fruit brandy