A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety

Come swish around, my pretty punk
And keep me dancing still
That I may be a sober man
Although I drink my fill

Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore
And therefore keep me dancing
While drunkards lie and snore

O mind your feet, O mind your feet
Keep dancing like a wave
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave

No ups and downs, my pretty
A mermaid, not a punk
A drunkard is a dead man
And all dead men are drunk