My Good Friend Jack

Oh sweet golden nectar, contained in my glass Cool as ice, but warms the lips it does pass The colour of Russian gold mixed with honey The scent is so full, like the smell of new money It warms like a hug on a cold winter night Slides down your throat with barely a fight The taste is so sweet it reminds you of sex Those intimate moments and kisses on necks A little will warm you right down to you toes Too much by the fire will cause you to doze Indulge much further and your mind is lost Like as a glass is warmed it loses its frost It’s drunk by the world of riches and fame But with its sweet golden taste who is to blame Movie star and sings like the blue eyed Frank Its enjoy by the world, and by every rank It’s made by a family in the deep of Tennessee But seems to be created just to be drunk by me Its bottle is inviting with its label so black What would I do with out my good friend Jack?