Happiness Is a Drink Called Alcohol

You hear voices in the bar room, making merry, making a toast They have offices and homes, but here is where they laugh most Men from all walks of life, united under the banner of strong drinks Here you can be yourself without caring what the world thinks When God made the world and everything in it He knew without alcohol it would not be complete He gave birds wings, and waved them as they flew Then he gave men, the knowledge to brew Men have conquered the world drunk on spirits and wines Drinking men have grabbed pens and drawn crooked lines Dividing the world into nations, printing it on fancy maps The borders are crooked because warlords were drunk, perhaps! Poor men and beggars have known what it feels to be kings When they drink, they get drunk, and poverty no longer stings Unmarried women and maids know what it feels to be a lady When they drink, they are beautiful, for they can’t hold the mirror steady If God had made man out of clay and wine instead of blood He would never have had to send mankind the great flood Men would have obeyed his word and Noah would not have built the ark Wine is good for the heart; no one would ever die of a heart attack Or if God had filled the oceans with wine instead of water The world would be a place of great and endless laughter Men walking around with jars full of wine and hearts full of love Singing songs on sailing boats, no landlords and oil barons to serve. Now here we live, a world where they trade the wines and spirits Chemically induced, cleverly marketed, to bring in more digits Still we flock to bars and liquor shops, if our time and money can afford To partake this strong drink, in pursue of happiness that is fraud. Has it caused more harm than good, the alcoholic beverage? Are there more accidents, than men with forgotten rage? When they drink, they may not be socially coherent But they are happy, so alcohol must be God sent