John's elevator went down so very fast, When it hit ground floor he lost his meal last, All the potatoes and gravy, Ended up on poor Davy, And, Susie enjoyed a steak from John's past.
I decided to work on Wall Street, To prepare I ate only raw meat, At first I felt like a lion, Then, I swore I was dyin', Vomit paid for my exchange seat.
Someone mixed tomato juice with their beer,
They had to drink it 'cause money was dear,
It tasted just fine,
A bit like red wine,
But, the vomit tasted awfully queer.