About this Book

He works by day for Smokey, which really is a rip

But after work,he parties, be it whiskey, beer, or trip

When he's drunk,he staggers, you've never seen the sight

But look at Mokey crooked, and you've got yourself a fight

We've never seen him sober, we've never seen him straight

But when he's feeling lucky, a fifth bottle is his date

He's never had a license, he's nutsey when he drives

The cops say “Red-haired wacko, he's gonna take some lives”