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