A dash and no mo'
Of vermouth—keep it at bay.
Lemon peel for show.
Quaffing every day.

Belt down a hog-size drink,
Taking spirits right.
What fun to see pachyderms pink—
My braying throng's boozed sight.

Oh,
Gin is swell, gin is swell,
Gin mills are OK.
Oh what fun to dine and drink.
Some hors d'oeuvre are on the way-ay.

Gin is swell, gin is swell,
Drier than Tokay.
What fun to imbibe and drink.
We get hoarse because we bray.

Bombay is just so-so
For martinis so dry.
Tanqueray is just right,
But both will get you high.

Bad gin is really rank,
And you won't feel so hot,
But it's a cheap way to get tanked
If, like us, you're a sot.

Oh,
Gin is swell, gin is swell,
Drier than Tokay.
What fun to imbibe and drink,
Send another pour my way.

But,
Gin is hell, gin is hell
The following day.
I am stunned when I arise
And next to me a horse neighs.