I hear the New Year comin',
It's quarter after ten,
I'm sittin' drinkin' moonshine, gettin' drunk again.
I'm drinkin' wholesome poison and I'm a gettin' stoned,
While my brain keeps on fryin' as I just sit and groan.
I started out said maybe, I think I'll have just one,
'Cause it brings me such joy, I drink it by the ton.
Just a shot of Jose Cuervo and a little rye,
Now every time I wet my whistle, it's my brain I fry.

I saw those rich folks shoppin' at the liquor store and bar,
They're buyin' high priced whiskey, I drink mine from a jar.
It does the same old numbin', I'm drinkin' mine for free,
And it just keeps on improvin',
My personality.

Now if you see me drinkin' poison,
And I fry that brain of mine,
Just leave me lyin' comfy, it's 'cause of too much shine.
Full of wholesome poison, that's how I like to stay,
So big deal if it's New Years, it just another day.