So I drink my booze neat
After the luncheon—
It’s a Scotch that I bought yesterday.
And I tope too on beer
When I splurge, I have an absinthe frappé.
Mainly hard stuff I drain—
Swig too much and I’m reeling,
But there’s no way I’ll ever go dry.
So for lunch, let’s go Dutch,
And after that, my choice is to get high.

Tanked we both will be;
I can’t get a grip when I’m drunk.
Tanked, we’re gonna see
Us a pink skunk.

So, let’s drink our booze neat
After the luncheon,
Then we’ll toss back some hair of the Fi-
do with another taste
And we’ll feel real soon as if we can fly.

I don’t go for a bong—
Cannabis and crack I will eschew.
So then, after the luncheon,
Let’s have a bunch of brew.

First, let’s drink our booze neat.
After, the launchin’,
When we’ll toss up some fare that we tried.
We’ll have another taste
Of some stuff that was greasy and fried.
And I’ll know it was wrong
To mix fried food and booze and brew.

So then, after the chuckin’,
I’m gonna glug anew.
Then after the gluggin’
I will blow lunch an’ spew.