Since I went on the wagon, I'm
Certain drink is a major crime:
For when you lay off the liquor
You feel so much slicker—
Well, that is, *most* of the time
But there are moments
Sooner or later
When it's tough, I got to say
*Not* to say, “Waiter—

Make it another old-fashioned, please
Make it another double old-fashioned, please
Make it for one who's due
To join the disillusioned crew;
Make it for one of Love's new
Refugees

Once, high in my castle, I reigned supreme!
And, oh, what a castle! built on a heavenly dream!
Then, quick as a lightning flash
That castle began to crash;
So, make it another old-fash-
Ioned, please

Leave out the cherry—
Leave out the orange—
Leave out the bitters—
Just make it a straight rye.”