A spoonful of Liquor makes the blood flow quicker
Rev’s up a tired ticker’s speed!
The smooth seem slicker, and the daft seem thicker,
Liquor calls and the old boys heed.
Just a single drop of the top-shelf crop
Will tide you over chaps!
With a half-lidded gaze, in a woozy haze,
Gents tip their evening caps.
With one last nip, just the smallest sip
You’ll be doused and right as rain,
Cares gone at last, thank God for the glass!
Lady Liquor, what a kind old flame!