(A musical ode to a glass of Scotch whisky by pResident Lush, er, Bush)

(instrumental intro)

One sip of you's all right.
Two, a bit too much.
But three's not enough.
It's amazing... how you conquered my heart.
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark.
And try as I may, I can never explain
What's being said between me and my friend.
Ha, ha, Poppy, what a crying shame.
But I ain't got nobody else to blame...

Evil Dewar's... your taste is so right!
Evil Dewar's... better than Chivas!

I used to drink tequila.
I used to drink cider and vodka.
Started drinking gin, but it made my stomach queer.
And since I tried you, I quit drinking beer.
Ha, ha, Laura, whatcha gonna do?
If I broke the promise I made to you?
I was drunk last night and the night before.
And I'm gonna get drunk, and then drink some more!

Evil Dewar's... your taste is so right!
Evil Dewar's... better than Cutty Sark!

Evil Dewar's, how you done me wrong.
But now I'm wailing a different song.
Ha, ha, funny how I made that up.
I told the First Twins no more alcohol for dad.
Instead I'll come runnin' after the "evil doers."
They shout, "Here comes Dubya the loser!"
Oh, oh, it's not nice to know
That I ain't got no place left to go!

Evil Dewar's... your taste is so right.
Evil Dewar's... better than Johnny Black...
Evil Dewar's... your taste is so right
Evil Dewar's... better than Cutty Sark...
Evil Dewar's... your taste is so right
Evil Dewar's... better than Seagrams...