bubba shot the juke box last night
Put your hands up, or I'll shoot!
When you gonna shoot, shoot. Don't talk.
Hot buttered rum..........
but i want some Jameson...
Ah, John Jameson Sons, Bow Street, Dublin . . .
Whiskey, yer the divil
Yer laydin' me astray
Over hills an' mountains
An' to Amereekay
Yer sweeter, stronger, lovelier
Yer better far than I
Oh, whiskey yer my darlin'
Drunk or sober . . .
