It tastes sweet as honey,
But I love it so.
I drink all my money
Till I have no mo'.
Some days, I see loan sharks.
Vig is higher than I can pay.
Then a week-long bender. . .
Drink sweet red Tokay.

When I wake up, I'm curled
Up, in mud with swine,
Whose tails have sublime curls
Unlike those of kine.
Awake now, I'm scheming,
Sleazing bucks from my old Aunt Faye
To go on a bender. . .
Drink sweet red Tokay.

Me, I'm just the drunken kind.
Drugged with beer? No way! I'd love to plunge
Into a vat of wine,
Glug slugs past my mug into my gut
In which the wine swirls--
To my brain it comes.
Glum was I now fine; pearls
Out come of "wisdom."

Dumb bray is my keening;
Meat for lunch I will toss away.
Then I'm on a bender--
Drink sweet red Tokay.

Me, I lust for dugs, a swine. . .
Drunken leer: "Whoa, Gaye!" I love to lunge
At my friend's wife, so fine
Tugging at her jugs, I bug her mug,
Who says unkind words,
Such as, "You're pond scum!"
I don't really mind words
As I thumb her bum.

"Go 'way!" he says, screaming,
"Creep," I'll punch you!!" To Faye I stray. . .
Seek more legal tender. . .
Drink the dread Tokay.