For Jack So Loved the Whisky

For Jack so loved the whisky That he spent all his hard earned money Buzzing like a bee, in a hive full of honey Painting the town red, every club, pub and bar Mingling among strangers, feeling like a star For Jack so loved the whisky That he became well known throughout the land For stocking his house with every available brand Inviting friends over for a drinking festival Partying like the devil, being anything but civil For Jack so loved the whisky That when the wife asked him to choose between her and the drink He gave her an answer faster than she could blink He threw away the only woman that loved him Laughing as she was leaving, filling his glass to the brim For Jack so loved the whisky That he made it his daily morning beverage Whisky was his script, and the world was his stage The whisky made him a great actor; an undiscovered star He drunk and gave performances worth of an Oscar For Jack so loved the whisky That he applied for a job in a whisky company They hired him because he was witty and funny The job came with a free lifetime whisky supply So he vowed he would drink to the day he shall die For Jack so loved the whisky That he drove under the influence Drove a Beetle but thought it was a Mercedes Benz He had loud music playing from the bass Driving in circles till he ran out of gas For Jack so loved the whisky That he started his own bar selling whisky only Among other whisky lovers he never felt lonely To the poor, he never had any food to spare But to the thirsty, he always had plenty of whisky to share For Jack so loved the whisky That he went and bought his own distiller So that he could truly be a whisky dealer The government never gave him the license So he drank all his whisky to cover the expense For Jack so loved the whisky That when the doctor gave him the bad news He started diluting his whisky with juice But it was too late; the doctor said he had liver cirrhosis The juice was not going to reverse the diagnosis For Jack so loved the whisky That on his deathbed wired to a drip He still requested for one more sip After he drank he said he was ready for his last trip A few days later they buried him six feet deep For Jack so loved the whisky That they put in his coffin his favorite brand Then the preacher made the mourners understand That God gave each person a different kind of passion May he allow Jack some whisky, on his heavenly mansion For Jack so loved the whisky