Copyright, 1888, by Willis Woodward & Co.
Words and Music by Willard Thompson.
Nobody knows when we're out upon a spree,
Nobody knows nor cares a D,
Nobody knows for it's underneath the rose,
So nobody knows but Eliza.
Razzle, dazzle, razzle, dazzle, (hic)
How full I am; (hic) don't care a hang,
Razzle, dazzle, (hic) de dazzle,
Let's have one drink more;
We're out upon a terrible tare,
No matter how full we never will care,
For razzle, dazzle, (hic) de dazzle,
Let's have one drink more.
When morning comes and our little spree is o'er,
Everyone resolves to drink no more,
For R. E. Morse has us very strong and sure,
So we'll all swear off together.-Chorus.