The Fatal Glass Of Beer Composer(s): Charlie Case Performer(s): W.C. Fields
There was once a poor boy And he left his country home And he came to the city to look for work
He promised his ma and pa He would lead a civilized life And always shun the fatal curse of drink
Once in the city He got a situation in a quarry And there he made the acquaintance of some college students
He little thought they were demons For they wore the best of clothes But the clothes do not always make the gentleman
They tempted him to drink And they said he was a cow'rd And at last he took the fatal glass of beer
When he'd found what he'd done He dashed the glass upon the floor And he staggered through the door with delerium tremens
Once upon the sidewalk He met a Salvation Army girl And wickedly he broke her tambourine
All she said was, "Heaven bless you" And placed a mark upon his brow With a kick she'd learned before she had been saved
Now, as a moral to young men Who come down to the city Don't go 'round breaking people's tambourines
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