"It's nobody's business what I drink,

I care not what the neighbours think,

Or how many laws they choose to pass,

I'll tell the world I'll have my glass.

Here's one man's freedom that can't be curbed,

My right to drink is undisturbed.

So he drunk in spite of law or man,

Then got into his old tin can,

Stepped on the gas and let it go,

Down the highway to and fro.

He took the curves at fifty miles,

With bleary eyes and drunken smiles,

Not long till a car he tried to pass,

There was a crash, a scream and breaking glass.

The other car was upside down,

About two miles from the nearest town.

The man was clear but his wife was caught,

And she needed the help of that drunken sot,

Who sat in a maudlin, drunken daze,

And heard the scream and saw the blaze,

But was to far gone to save a life,

By lifting the car from off the wife.

The car was burned, and the mother died,

While a husband wept, and baby cried.

And a drunk sat by- and still some think,

Its nobody's business what they drink."