Mother’s in the kitchen washing out the jugs
Sister’s in the pantry bottling the suds
Father’s in the cellar mixing up the hops
Johnny’s on the front porch watching for the cops.
–Prohibition Song
Mother’s in the kitchen washing out the jugs
Sister’s in the pantry bottling the suds
Father’s in the cellar mixing up the hops
Johnny’s on the front porch watching for the cops.
–Prohibition Song
Well as Ben Franklin said. “Beer is proof God loves us”. To that I say Amen, bring another round.
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Junior’s at the bar, wearing his tennis sweater,
His lawyer’s at the end, drinking too though he knows better.
Rosie’s pouring the suds, following boss’s orders to the letter.
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Yes, her name is Rosie.
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we’re assuming they’re of age? And good to see that every family member has a role 🙂
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The age was probably 18, if they had to go off and fight as well. The older ones must be wearing their glasses to see. I am in no way condoning moonshine during Prohibition, btw.
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…and people are crazy. May as well finish the lyric.
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That guy at the other end of the bar– who is he, the “hey, boys, let me buy you your first beers?” guy? 😀
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That’s just their piano teacher, celebrating the last lesson with temperance and moderation. He is in no way preying on the young. He is happily married.
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