1st verse (illegible text)
Men -- and other drinkers that's feeling blue,
Gather round, I got good news for you --
I see the tear drops in your eye
I know your throats are dusty dry.
You yearn for suds - you miss the pail
The glistening bar -- the sining rail.
But keep your soul bright -- let nothing dim it--
Neither rum hounds -- nor twelve mile limit
The way to do it from day to day
Is do your daily dozen with old Coue',
CHORUS:
Quart by quart from date to date
It's getting better and better
Crate by crate in every state
It's getting wetter and wetter
Still by still and more and more
The stuff is coming from every shore
A straw vote shows how the wind is blowing
Rum must go! And we must keep it going
Coue', Coue', Coue'
Just say this every day.
