Big Drunk Jim

 

Big Drunk Jim, he loved his gin,
And vodka and whiskey and rum,
He slept everyday, drank most nights away,
Just waiting for morning to come,


He drank his whole life, just ask his ex-wife,
Or the dozens of bosses he’s known,
Just ask Dr. Quiver, who examined his liver,
And found things completely unknown,


He often tried quitting, through hardship and sweating,
He’d make it at least for a day,
But he never got far, he’d run to the bar,
Where he drank all his troubles away.

 

~ Dr. Goose ~