"He works by day for Smokey, which really is a rip But after work,he parties, be it whiskey, beer, or trip When he's drunk,he staggers, you've never seen the sight But look at Mokey crooked, and you've got yourself a fight We've never seen him sober, we've never seen him straight But when he's feeling lucky, a fifth bottle is his date He's never had a license, he's nutsey when he drives The cops say "Red-haired wacko, he's gonna take some lives" So, Mokey, back off, Mokey, back off a little bit We know you like to kick it out and always staying lit Your liver can't hold out no more, cirrhosis setting in We want you on the streets, old Moke, instead of in the pen"
