Workin' In The Bathtub Poem by Paul Amrod

Workin‘ in the bathtub making dem booze
Workin‘ in the bathtub all night
Workin’ in the bathtub crushin’ dos berries with my feet
Hidin’ in the lampshade in fright!
Got those prohibition blues
Get out dos exhibition shoes
and I’ll tap dance to brandy melodies
Straight from the silo comes some juice
White lightnin’’s got me on the loose.
Thunder’s roarin’ in my brain
Bringing the volume up to full gain!
Hey! John Barleycorn turn me ‘round your finger
I’m your jammin’ and slammin’ singer!
Those rosy thorns prick me like a bumble bee in summer
My cozy barn tricks you into my humble wayside rumble.
Please don’t worry ‘bout my politics
I have the Sherriff’s daughter in a fix.
Workin‘ in the bathtub making dem booze
Workin‘ in the bathtub all night
Workin’ in the bathtub crushin’ dos berries with my feet
Hidin’ in the lampshade in fright!
Take it all along the side road carry that load
Takin’ my trades down Broadway out o’ sight
In the city you know what they all say
“Speak Easy” or you’ll get carried away
Then if you don’t hush up
They are gonna raise your bail!
Taking a sail into the haze
Going off to jail in a blaze
It’ll get ya nowhere so lay cool
Don’t be the pigeon sittin’ on the stoop
Speakin’ it easy and a little bit low
If there ain’t no juice will go grab some blow
If ya git caught your name is John Doe!
Workin‘ in the bathtub making dem booze
Workin‘ in the bathtub all night
Workin’ on the bathtub crushin’ dos berries with my feet
Hidin’ in the lampshade in fright!