He's got good whiskey
we'll drink him dry
Drink him t the bottom
of the great divine
He's got good whiskey
now I wouldn't lie
Tilt the bottle up and
drink it down will he die
woohooooooo
He's got whiskey
He worked in a freezer
it chilled him to the bone
He tried all night to please her
she were colder than a stone
Pokin' at those ice cubes
with an ice pick you might think
but the things that he are freezing
that's the pelts of oily mink
woohooooooo
He's got whiskey
You can kill a man for cheatin'
you can kill him for his shoes
But expect to get a beatin'
if yer reachin' for his booze
Willie stood to shoot a man
but slipped and broke a bone
The barkeep had good whisky
but Willy brought his own...