Meet the Iroko reigning among shrubs
The king of all bottles he is
And slave of its content
He is a patron of the palourA prisoner of its substance
In the parlour the duel begins
Bottles are falling, the man is sinking
Many bottles are conquered then in the gutter he reigns
His mouth is full but brain empty
Men become like trees when he is full
As bottles fall his sorrows are gone
But at dawn, seated by his door
Now Man and Bottle daily wrestle
Oh green bottle, please free this straying lad
And you, stray no more to that parlour
Forsake the bottle and know freedom
But NO! He’s always in control
While sinking he’s still in control
I am a common river, a simple liquid
But doubt not my great skill
Thy Brothers, Uncles and Fathers
Are in my palm as toys
Of your great men I have made muppets
After some cups in my lagger night
Their beds I make in the gutter
Just a taste and they go to waste
I’m at work to cause great mock
But he is always in control
I whisper Adieu to the Man in that boy
To the patron of that Parlour
Drinking and drowning, Drinking and drowning
I whisper Adieu to the casualty of the bottle
Caged in this refreshing quicksand
I have become a devoted mourner
For the million men in her bossom
But they are always in control
Even while sinking, still in control
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