Congratulations Muskrat Who Loves Whiskey!

Muskrat down by the pier, gonna get up on an applebox.

Muskrat up on that applebox, gonna get yourself a jew's harp.

Muskrat with a jew's harp, gonna play that fucker something somethin' fierce.

Muskrat playin' fierce, gonna make the whole damn quay dance.

Muskrat gonna get himself some whiskey, gonna take a long drag and play some more.

Muskrat takin' too long sips, gonna drink himself sick, gonna find himself a lady what don't mind whiskers or whiskey breath, gonna suck up all the brine in a pickle jar, play a few more songs, take a few more too long sips until muskrat has to get down off his apple box, go down beneath the pier and let himself go 'til he's empty inside.

Muskrat what done cleaned out his gunny works, gonna get back up on that pier.  Gonna give himself a little break from playin' that jew's harp and dance with that lady what don't mind him much and get back to drinkin' himself sick until he don't know where he is no more.

Muskrat, drinkin' whiskey 'til he's sick, playin' music 'til he can't play no more, dancin' til he can't stand no more, makin' time with ladies he don't know no more, gonna wake up tomorrow morning with no pants and no problems, because muskrats don't usually wear pants anyway.

Muskrat, you done drank all our whiskey.

Congratulations Muskrat Who Loves Whiskey!