Name Your Poison (singing The Booze)

Richard O'Brien

Mai Tai say that I'm Old Fashioned,

Tres Vin Ordinaire

That I want a fresh Manhattan

With white anglo-saxons everywhere?

A Black Russian's no Pink Lady

Give her a Singapore Sling.

And Moscow Mule is not your baby

So Highball the Vodka, and name your sting

Be a big shot, with a Bullshot

Be a schwein mit der Wein

Have a short, or a port, or a snort, of any sort.

Asti Spumante . Uno Chianti.



Are divine!



I got some economic Hocks,

A Gin and Tonic on the rocks.

Where Angels fear to tread, I say-

Choose your booze! Let's hit the red-eye!

Think of young Deanna Durbin,

And how she sung on Rum and Bourbon.

Or enhance your luncheon hour

With a Planter's Punch,

And a Whiskey Sour

If you feel like a wreck,

Try a Horse's Neck

Or a Sherry with a cherry in the new fun size-



If you don't name your poison

I'll have to get the boys in

The spirit of adventure opens ones eyes

If you don't name your poison

I'll have to get the boys in

And you'll never see another Tequila Sunrise



Live happily ever after

With a Chablis and some laughter.

Between the Sheets is lovely

With a dizzy blonde and a bottle of bubbly

There's nothing sicker in society

Than a lack of liquor and sobriety

So! Down the hatch. Here's mud in your eye!

Take a bracer with a chaser, wash it down with rye!

Bottoms up, stirrup cup!

It'll put you in the pink.



And all you have to do is



Drink, Drink, etc.