Dra-a-a-am, dram, dram, dram,
Dra-a-a-am, drams not grams.

I don't want to set off alarms,
When I rob slews of well-stocked pharms.
Whenever I've got blues, all I've got to do's a
Dram (I laugh at [Blue] Nun): laudanum,
Dra-a-a-a-am, dram, dram, dram.

When I sought snooze in the night,
I once sought booze to soothe my plight,
But now I don't shots choose; all I've got to do's a
Dra-a-a-a-am.

I once tasted wine, wasted anodyne;
Alcohol's had its day.
Analgesic hit. . .seek it.
It's drams and not grams that I weigh.

I need it so; it gets me by;
I love it so; quacks ask me, "Why?"
Whenever I've got blues, all I've got to do's a
Dram of what is not lawful fun:
Dra-a-a-a-am.

Glacially paced wine, takes-time anodyne,
Alacrity at bay.
Antabuse did it, I quit;
I'm weaned, now glean drams that I weigh.

I need it so; it gets me high;
Got busted, though. . .snagged in a buy.
That's when I got caught by blue-apparel dudes; a
Damn judge sends me up, laudin' 'em.
Damn! Now I'll get the lawyers' dun.
Drams what I use for compin' 'em.
Dra-a-a-a-ams, drams, drams, drams. . . .