The owner of the liquor store wasn't Uncle Willie by chance, was it?
'cause...
Down on Bourbon Street in Willie's Den,
Uncle Willie wasn't selling but a li'l gin.
One cat ordered him a bottle of wine,
and he tipped that cat for a dollar every time.
He was knocking out windows, tearing down doors,
drunk drunk drunk, yelling "you dirty whores".
Pulled out his Special in the middle of the place
shot Uncle Willie right in the face !
Drinkin' wine spodee-o-dee drinking wine,
pass that six-gun to me.
(with apologies to The Killer)
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