You Milkshake Drinkers Ain't So Hot, NeitherThe Booze Brigade! The Booze Brigade!They topped the bottle hit parade! With awsome thirst, and feet that strayed, They marched in Baseball's Booze Brigade! C. Elwood had a pointer's soul Which quivered at each water hole. Poffenberger- nickname Boots- And hotel clocks were in cahoots. Durocher: "Boots, you're fined a 'C' For busting curfew! What say ye?" Boots: "Leo, late I cannot be! Just check the time in Hawaii!" Paul Waner's cheeks were rosy red, And not from sun, as has been said. He only drank on occasion- When alone or with someone. That Okie played many a park When post-carrousal made its mark. He saw 3 balls, but had great fun, Because he smacked the middle one. Life in Chi aged Marse Joe Mac When saddled with one Wilson, Hack; Joe filled a glass with bootleg gin, And then dumped a nightcrawler in. The crawler, it was knocked so stiff You'd think Dempsey'd smacked it a biff. "Look, Hack! See what this test confirms?!?" "Drink alcohol! You won't get worms!" The Booze Brigade! The Booze Brigade! I'd be rich off what they mislaid! Our lore, though, would be drab and staid Without the Baseball Booze Brigade! Daniel Grey Taylor Leave feedback on our message board. |