Moonshiners

Moonshiners and golddiggers – rack off! –
The FBI nabs all sinners,
Get out of the rain while the floozies smooth
Every wrinkle in the captain’s mood.

Moonshiners and golddiggers –
Bug off! – the beagle makes meat of nonwinners,
All the chicks keep singing bittersweet,
As all their hips keep swinging to the beat.

Creakingly sweepin’
Jim Beam and Marylin
Monroe,

Kissing her softly,
Some like it hot, but
Oh, no!

Isn’t it risky,
Smuggling the whisky?
– get away fast! (get away, get away)
– Don't look back,
They're on track!

Nevertheless light‐skirts live lives of ease,
Without a beat, they know, it’s hard to please,
Their patent leather, ruby sky‐high heels
Tap the tom‐tom on the 2s and 4s.

/solos/

Creakingly sweepin’
Jim Beam and Marylin
Monroe,

Kissing her softly,
Some like it hot, but
Oh, no!

Isn’t it risky,
Smuggling the whisky?
– get away fast! (get away, get away)
– Don't look back,
They're on track!

Nevertheless light‐skirts live lives of ease,
Without a beat, they know, it’s hard to please,
Those patent leather, ruby sky‐high heels
Tap the tom‐tom... – Wait!... –

– Where's the whisky?... –

It might have seemed
(that) there's more left,
(but) now it's clear:
This is the end!