| Lyrics: | With Bing Crosby, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr.
(chorus) [the drunks] The rest are
solos.
Booze, Mister Booze (Mister Booze), Mister Booze
Mister B double O, Z Eeee,
(that sure spells booze),
You will wind up wearing tattered shoes if you mess with Mister
Booze,
(Don't mess with Mister Booze, don't mess with Mister Booze.)
Don't mess with B,
double o, Z, E, if you've been so simply occupied.
You'll feel better once you testify,
(testify, testify)
[I want to testify, I want to testify]
Well, then cleanse yourself, my
child, cleanse yourself.
Brothers and sisters, I happen to know this poor unfortunate
soul,
And the fight she is waging against sin,
That old devil Booze has changed her
Into
the unsightly person you see before you.
Give us your testimony, my child.
[Well, it all
began with Johnny] (Yeah?)
[He said drink helped him stay alive] (Yeah?)
[Do you know how
old he was when he died?] (No)
[He was twenty-five] (No. no)
[That's why I gotta come clean]
(why?)
[Because I'm already seventeen]
Who's to blame? (Who's to blame?) What his
name?
(We know his name, his name is.)
Mister Booze, Mister Booze, Mister B, double O, Z,
E,
Don't ever choose, any game you play with him, you lose,
Booze.>
If your head feels like it's two miles wide,
You'll feel better once you testify
(testify, testify, testify)
[I want to testify, I want to testify]
Well, come forward, dear
brother, come forward.
You see here, ladies and gentlemen, a man who just last year
Was the
United States Olympic heavyweight wrestling champion,
Here he is, just a shadow of his former
self, wasted in health, ravaged by sin.
Oh give us your testimony, dear brother.
[I was
cruel an |
