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Show The Message of the Highball. (Apologies to "The Prince of Pilsen.") The claret's lips are warm and red, and burning with desire The champagne's soul is warmer still, but that stuff comes much higher (And if you guzzle booze, take care, 'tis thick with ' jags beset And when you drink the amber stuff a 'high ball ' go and get. v Chorus ( I bring a breath of high-balls, from Jimmy's, where t they brew, l 'There's a jag in each cracked bottle, mayhap a V jag or two. The ones who buy the bourbon will whisper soft to you "I love you, love you, love you, when I'm blue, v blue, blue." t The absinthe eye is cold and green, without a touch of fire, t But if you'll drink enough of it, you'll surely cross your wire. Take both the bourbon and the rye, the other drinks regret. .Have Jimmie pass the glasses out; a modest high ball get. i Chorus I bring a breath of high balls, and others bring ( them too, And others who are sponges, are saturated through The ones who are invited, they whisper soft to you: "You saved my life, old fellow; I was blue, blue, blue." T. G. |
