Stewed, drunk--slurred
The words of him.
'cause he's sluggin' down top-shelf
Hooch, sloshed on gin.
And so he toasts:
"Here's mud in your eye."
He drinks like a lush
And he is always high.
He's had the Blue
Curacao, Pink
Ladies. . .the "cure":

Lush drinks,
"Cheers, cheers!"
Lush drinks,
Beers, beers.

Booze by booze and Side[car] by Side-,
Lush gonna try it, yes he is
Till he's pie-eyed.
You hear him fall
Down in the hall.
He's never dry;
He calls for "more!"
His dog hair sometimes, a Cassis-over thing.
All I can say is:

Lush drinks,
"Cheers, cheers!"
Lush drinks,
Beers, beers.

He needs some dry months,
Sans Sing'pore Slings. . .
He's gone for last call.

Lush drinks,
Oh, dear!
Lush drinks,
Bier's near.