Booze, booze,
never again, groans Ollie,
flat on his back in the alley.
Ollie yawns
and the alley yawns
and out pop devils
from the netherworld
in elfin shoes and pointy hats
who dance with glee
on Ollie’s chest and chant,
“Drink, drink, all you want
and party hard because
when you come to our place
you’ll see flames applaud
those who believe
everyone goes to Heaven
and no one goes to Hell
except Adolph and Osama.
Those two wheel in coal
and fill the furnace every day.
They have too much help.'
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