Nasty’s gin of sloe; I will shun, keep it away.
And then I will go the juniper way.
Swell botanical drink; in wells in plain sight.
O what fun it is to bibe a bibulous buffet, oh…

…gin goes well, gin goes well, gin goes well each day,
with your lunch, at dinner time, but at breakfast, not okay-ay.
Gin goes well, gin goes well, gin goes well, I say,
with your lunch, near any time; still at breakfast, not okay.

To get wasted, I go
to where my wife did hide
the spiritus delight
that once was by my side.
From a clean glass I drank,
I admit, quite a lot.
It was homing instincts I thanked
each time a took a shot, oh…

…gin goes well, gin goes well, gin goes swell; allayed
were my nerves when I did find the botanical buffet-et.
Gin goes well, gin goes well, gin goes well, I say,
with your lunch, near any time; still at breakfast, not okay.

I got loud and tight,
inhibitions unsprung.
I drove the car right
off the road; there it hung.
A cop then came my way;
he had to do the deed…
in his car, took me away
and said, jail I would need. So…

…in a cell, in a cell, in a cell I’ll stay
while I’m drunk; then I’ll be tried in a courtroom the next day-ay.
Didn’t go well, didn’t go will, didn’t go well; I’ll pay
for the drunken reckless ride; the judge gave me 20 days.