He’s boozing until he falls flat
Sometimes he don’t know where he’s at
He tastes many rounds
Until he’s falling down
To the floor, wishes he’d had a mat
He is barely able to stride
When he is extremely pie-eyed
He’ll have 20 beers, followed by vodka cheers
He can really hold a lot inside

Pete is bigly boozy-woozy
Needs AM dog hair
He should get his body drying out
Liver-unfair
He said he would lose the booze sprees
But really, booze sprees, he’d choose these
He kidded, Pete’s still boozy-woozy, truly
Needs the alkie fare

Pete fibbed, still is boozy-woozy
He doesn’t now care
In the hearings, he was lying
So Defense he’d snare
He said he would lose the booze sprees
But really, booze sprees, won’t lose these
Yes, he fibbed, Pete’s still booze-spree-choosey, truly
Lying got him there
Alkie unrepaired