Singapore Sling

Red hooks on the house Cherries are out Chocolate stouts Drinking with the mouse Bone dry martinis Hot toddies please All without twists Arthritic wrists Manager's pissed Pontificating Boss with his sins Frosty old tins And I like the gins The outs and the ins Singapore slings Don't you call my name Awash with such shame I will not cry My eyes are just dry Pass me the rye Fall over my king You crossed me that spring Backstabbings do sting But when push comes to shove There's hate and there's love Why not the dove I'm begging you please Pour the bee's knees And all be well There'll be secrets to tell