Well, the Great War was over, and the mood was glum
It was time to ban that demon rum
So in came the Alcohol Prohibition
Hallelujah, here comes salvation!
No more cavorting at the evil saloons
We'll all be civil now we've outlawed booze
Preacher Sunday said, "The reign of tears is now over!"
But America was never to be as sober
Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine
America's one big party time
Drink Scat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin
Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin
Speakeasies opened up all over town
There was always a place to put bootleg down
Everyone was dealing, even police
Yes, even your local rabbis and priests
The real McCoy guaranteed to be good
But some swilled alcohol made from wood
Many a flapper met an early grave
As rot gut booze become something to crave
Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine
America's one big party time
Drink Scat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin
Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin
From the cop on the street to the FBI
There was hardly an official who couldn't be bribed
Al Capone and his organization made
The old saloons seem like a ladies' luncheon
Police protection was no longer fair
Cold-blooded murder was no longer rare
Seems Preacher Sunday's claim was in error
Because the reign of tears became the reign of terror
Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine
America's one big party time
Drink Skat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin
Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin
Give it a spin
Do it again
Say, "Hey!"
When the Prohibition ended and the demons were gone
We needed someone else to blame our troubles on
So in came the war against a plant called hemp
And any drug lacking FDA consent
To find a high you don't have to go far
Try the street, or a school, or your neighborhood bar
Big, fat budgets for the DEA
Make drugs high-profit in the USA
Prisoners packed liked cans on a rack
Stopped by a cop if your skin is black
Another OD, another life laid down
As Crips and Bloods take over the town
Panama Red and Sunshine
America's one big party time
Crack an' smack an' ecstasy
Drug Prohibition will make us drug-free
Can't you see?
Try to believe it
Say, "Hey!"
Carla Howell - Yak Yak Bourbon Lyrics
Carla Howell - Yak Yak Bourbon Lyrics
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Well, the Great War was over, and the mood was glum
It was time to ban that demon rum
So in came the Alcohol Prohibition
Hallelujah, here comes salvation!
No more cavorting at the evil saloons
We'll all be civil now we've outlawed booze
Preacher Sunday said, "The reign of tears is now over!"
But America was never to be as sober
Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine
America's one big party time
Drink Scat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin
Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin
Speakeasies opened up all over town
There was always a place to put bootleg down
Everyone was dealing, even police
Yes, even your local rabbis and priests
The real McCoy guaranteed to be good
But some swilled alcohol made from wood
Many a flapper met an early grave
As rot gut booze become something to crave
Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine
America's one big party time
Drink Scat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin
Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin
From the cop on the street to the FBI
There was hardly an official who couldn't be bribed
Al Capone and his organization made
The old saloons seem like a ladies' luncheon
Police protection was no longer fair
Cold-blooded murder was no longer rare
Seems Preacher Sunday's claim was in error
Because the reign of tears became the reign of terror
Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine
America's one big party time
Drink Skat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin
Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin
Give it a spin
Do it again
Say, "Hey!"
When the Prohibition ended and the demons were gone
We needed someone else to blame our troubles on
So in came the war against a plant called hemp
And any drug lacking FDA consent
To find a high you don't have to go far
Try the street, or a school, or your neighborhood bar
Big, fat budgets for the DEA
Make drugs high-profit in the USA
Prisoners packed liked cans on a rack
Stopped by a cop if your skin is black
Another OD, another life laid down
As Crips and Bloods take over the town
Panama Red and Sunshine
America's one big party time
Crack an' smack an' ecstasy
Drug Prohibition will make us drug-free
Can't you see?
Try to believe it
Say, "Hey!"
It was time to ban that demon rum
So in came the Alcohol Prohibition
Hallelujah, here comes salvation!
No more cavorting at the evil saloons
We'll all be civil now we've outlawed booze
Preacher Sunday said, "The reign of tears is now over!"
But America was never to be as sober
Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine
America's one big party time
Drink Scat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin
Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin
Speakeasies opened up all over town
There was always a place to put bootleg down
Everyone was dealing, even police
Yes, even your local rabbis and priests
The real McCoy guaranteed to be good
But some swilled alcohol made from wood
Many a flapper met an early grave
As rot gut booze become something to crave
Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine
America's one big party time
Drink Scat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin
Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin
From the cop on the street to the FBI
There was hardly an official who couldn't be bribed
Al Capone and his organization made
The old saloons seem like a ladies' luncheon
Police protection was no longer fair
Cold-blooded murder was no longer rare
Seems Preacher Sunday's claim was in error
Because the reign of tears became the reign of terror
Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine
America's one big party time
Drink Skat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin
Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin
Give it a spin
Do it again
Say, "Hey!"
When the Prohibition ended and the demons were gone
We needed someone else to blame our troubles on
So in came the war against a plant called hemp
And any drug lacking FDA consent
To find a high you don't have to go far
Try the street, or a school, or your neighborhood bar
Big, fat budgets for the DEA
Make drugs high-profit in the USA
Prisoners packed liked cans on a rack
Stopped by a cop if your skin is black
Another OD, another life laid down
As Crips and Bloods take over the town
Panama Red and Sunshine
America's one big party time
Crack an' smack an' ecstasy
Drug Prohibition will make us drug-free
Can't you see?
Try to believe it
Say, "Hey!"
Writer: Carla Howell
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