Lush Is Dry, Crazy
(Hush-a-Bye, Baby)

Lush is dry, crazy
For one more drop.
Broke, down he goes
To the E-Z Stop.
Though his hands shake,
He still has the gall
To pull a gun, brazenly
Take it all.


Georgie Porgie
(Georgie Porgie)

Georgie Porgie puts down gin dry.
His twin girls are getting high.
When the girls pump down each day,
Georgie Porgie. . .Tanqueray.


Georgie Gorgie
(Georgie Porgie)

Georgie Gorgie puts in a guy.
Kissing girls? He will say, "Fie!"
When the boys put out each day,
Georgie Gorgie bends their way.


Blah, Blah, That Creep. . .
(Baa, Baa, Black Sheep)

Blah, blah, that creep
Tries to pull the wool
Over our eyes. . .
Full of bull.

Not that it matters;
We all know the game
We stopped falling for the ploys
Because they're so lame.

Blah, blah, that creep
Tries to pull the wool
Over our eyes. . .
Full of bull.


Kid Still Takes Long Sips
(Sing a Song of Sixpence)

Kid still takes long sips; bends
Shots up, full of rye.
Four-and-twenty by seven,
Always high.

With the rye, he's cokin'--
Birdies in his head sing.
Drinkin' like a brain-dead fish,
Kin to Mad Ludwig king.

The "king" is like a sailor soused,
Spendin' too much money.
And queasy is his pallor,
Hearing dreck of Rummy.

They're made to send the Guard in--
Danged insurgents rose.
When out of Iraq scourge?
Not anyone knows.