Grand Ole Party Belle Isle
Turn the headlights on and off
Hold your breath, flash your brights
And sit tight
Creeping along the empty bridge mile
Make your way to the lonely Belle Isle
Cram your ears
Take pains to hear
The lap-lap of the river
Amidst what you wait to be delivered
Coming in the shape of a bottom-heavy boat
Coming from up north, strong smelling of liquid hope!
Drink it!
All down!
Drink it all down, drink drink drink it!
We got whiskey, rum, and beer
Shouldered the risk to bring it here
A brand new way to seek your fortune
Up from the gutters of any old port town
We'll even toss you a generous offer
Help you to set up and make your own brew
In your spare time, generate a little goose
To ease the day's worries
And soothe the day's hurries
Drink it!
All down!
Drink it all down, drink drink drink it!
A dry city is like a dead city
With its tongue so rough
And the truth so nitty-gritty
How will the young folks keep at bay
The dark shadows when they can't chase them away!
Drink it!
All down!
Drink it all down, drink drink drink it!
Drink...
Drink...
Drink!
