Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for January 04, 2017

I say that any boob can take And shove a ball in a hole. And I call that sloth. The first big step on the road To the depths of deg-ra-Day— I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon, Then beer from a bottle. An’ the next thing you know, Your son is playing’ for money In a pinch-back suit. And listening to some big out-a-town Jasper Hearing’ him tell about horse-race gambling’. Not a wholesome trotting’ race, no! But a race where they set down right on the horse! Like to see some stuck-up jockey’boy Sitting’ on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil? Well, I should say.