Slim had a bit of the sippin' way
with a love for the liquor poor Slim today
was this mornin' rather full
her head felt heavy which made her shake;
she fell from the ladder and broke her skull
and they carried her home her corpse to wake.
They laid her out upon the bed,
a gallon of whiskey at her feet
and a barrel of PBR at her head.
Her friends assembled at the wake
and argued over the whiskey toast
who'd give it, who'd make it the most?
Then little Pauli ducked her head
when a noggin of whiskey flew her way
it missed, and falling on the bed
the liquor scattered over Slim!
Slim revives! See how she rises!
Slim she rises from the dead,
says, "in the name of the devil, you think i'm dead?" |
