Well, watch out pretty baby—on the rocks I see
Cheap gin flavored with fruit of the Blackthorn tree.
By drinkin' that stuff, baby, you take a chance.
I use it to kill ants.

Sloe downed—baby, now you're boozin' way too fast.
You gotta mix that stuff with somethin', mix that stuff with somethin',
Ow, if you want your guts to last.

Well, you're drinkin' stuff baby—tastes like rocket fuel,
Kerosene booze for you.
It burns your innards; tastes deceptively sweet.
Baby, it's a triethyl brew.

You're gettin' sloe downed.
Baby, now you're boozin' way too fast.
You gotta mix that stuff with somethin', mix that stuff with somethin',
Ow, if you want your guts to last.

You know, if you keep swillin' it, you'll pay your dues.
Although the stuff's red, it will give you the blues.
It will take varnish off a baseball bat.
That stuff isn't fit to serve to a rat.

Sloe downed—baby, now you're boozin' way too fast.
You gotta mix that stuff with somethin', mix that stuff with somethin',
Ow, if you want your guts to last.