Belle Isle

Turn the headlights on and off
 Hold your breath, flash your brights
 And sit tight
 Creeping along the empty bridge mile
 Make your way to the lonely Belle Isle
 Cram your ears
 Take pains to hear
 The lap-lap of the river
 Amidst what you wait to be delivered
 Coming in the shape of a bottom-heavy boat
 Bringing from up north, strong smelling of liquid hope
 Drink it
 All down
 Drink it all down, drink drink drink it
 We cart whiskey, rum, and beer
 Shouldered the risk to bring it here
 A brand new way to seek your fortune
 Up from the gutters of any old port town
 We'll even toss you a generous offer
 Help you to set up and make your own brew
 In your spare time, generate a little juice
 To ease the day's worries
 And soothe the day's hurries
 Drink it
 All down
 Drink it all down, drink drink drink it
 A dry city is like a dead city
 With its tongue so rough
 And the truth so nitty-gritty
 How can the young things keep at bay
 The dark shadows if they can't drink them away
 Drink it
 All down
 Drink it all down, drink drink drink it
 Drink
 Drink
 Drink