Poughkeepsie

I was born and raised in Poughkeepsie.

I like to drink beer and get tipsy.

I once fell down,

hit my head on the ground,

and came to beside a gypsy.

Then another time I drank at some dive.

I had to duck to the floor to survive.

A big Donny Brook

Between a bus boy and cook

I was Lucky to escape there alive.

Another time me and a friend,

We drank hard ‘til the bitter end.

I woke up in Jail

No money for bail

So I called for money to lend.

By now it’s painfully clear,

That it’s time to stop drinking my beer.

I’ll quit on the morrow

No more bail will I borrow

I’ve a new taste for vodka I fear.