Where'd I hide the gin?
The drinks, I'm pouring, and all straight up, but can't see --
The gin, vermouth; no doubt, in oven! Might I be --
Four sheets or more to wind? Cup holder, carefully --
-- To fill, I start

Where'd the cursed stuff go?
In dark, I'm feeling: just a half-swirled jug of wine
They're pi**ed at *me*; go back to store, another time
One dame's already hurled; the rest are drunk half-blind
At liquor mart --

-- I've filled a cart
With alcoholic things to please the throngs
Some Wild Turkey™, brings, to fill your hole
Till had enough
But brandy? Where'd it go?
Your hosts must stoned, be
I'd pour it strong
If one had shown me
The place where it stands
It isn't there

How long will it last?
If shots are measured: whiskey sours, night and day
Madam and Man, Sir, how much you two put away
They gnaw; we feed them; bill is ours for fine buffet
The swill is there

[Interlude as guests get even more plastered]

Appetites so vast
With lime, our treasured booze, in showers, do they spray
One broad so s**t-faced: naked table-dance display
Though we've succeeded; closed is bar; so, on their way...
A fine affair!

[fade, echo]
A party, rare!