To the next whisky bar
Oh don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
Oh moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky
Oh you know why
Well show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
