Lyrics:

With Bing Crosby, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr. (chorus) [the drunks] The rest are solos. Booze, Mister Booze (Mister Booze), Mister Booze Mister B double O, Z Eeee, (that sure spells booze), You will wind up wearing tattered shoes if you mess with Mister Booze, (Don't mess with Mister Booze, don't mess with Mister Booze.) Don't mess with B, double o, Z, E, if you've been so simply occupied. You'll feel better once you testify, (testify, testify) [I want to testify, I want to testify] Well, then cleanse yourself, my child, cleanse yourself. Brothers and sisters, I happen to know this poor unfortunate soul, And the fight she is waging against sin, That old devil Booze has changed her Into the unsightly person you see before you. Give us your testimony, my child. [Well, it all began with Johnny] (Yeah?) [He said drink helped him stay alive] (Yeah?) [Do you know how old he was when he died?] (No) [He was twenty-five] (No. no) [That's why I gotta come clean] (why?) [Because I'm already seventeen] Who's to blame? (Who's to blame?) What his name? (We know his name, his name is.) Mister Booze, Mister Booze, Mister B, double O, Z, E, Don't ever choose, any game you play with him, you lose, If your head feels like it's two miles wide, You'll feel better once you testify (testify, testify, testify) [I want to testify, I want to testify] Well, come forward, dear brother, come forward. You see here, ladies and gentlemen, a man who just last year Was the United States Olympic heavyweight wrestling champion, Here he is, just a shadow of his former self, wasted in health, ravaged by sin. Oh give us your testimony, dear brother. [I was cruel an