Gin from well sippin's swell, gin is swell, tops!
Gin brings hell--binge, I'm impelled to sing,
Crowin' out notes 'n' I'm burpin' "Bells," fun.
"Please, that 'Jingle' stop, or I'll run!

"Singin's hell, stinkin' knell, singin's hell, stop!
Gin-beller crime; hey, gin feller, I'm
Damned if I'll stand it, this gin-propelled air!"
When I'm sloshed, beware!

Every night I'm gettin' tight; I'm
Too crocked also by day.
Gin swigs: swell time. Gin prigs: hell time:
When I'm dryin' out, enforced AA.

Give me sup, single course: pickled pig feet
Tingle my mouth with shock.
Mixers I'll mingle with my gin--even sweet.

Mixed with pig, it's hell;
Nix-gin prigs can't tell,
Tricked these hicks so well,
In this drink is held
Liquor from the well
At the gin-to-sell shop.