I felt so cheerful, knocked off from work
Went to "the local", planned to go beserk
But there was an old man hollerin' out
Get what you want,it is my shout

I grabbed his right arm, said "is this really true?"
He answered with a question, "would you like my own brew?"
Before I refused and took myself off
He filled up my glass with some dangerous stuff

It was Forty-Rod Whiskey (Forty-Rod Whiskey)
Forty-Rod Whiskey (Forty-Rod Whiskey)
Forty-Rod Whiskey (Forty-Rod Whiskey)
That Forty-Rod whiskey made me "Molly the Monk"

Yeah, I fell on my knees, I sure tried to get up
The bartender gave me a hot coffee cup
But that darn coffein didn't do me no good
I threw up in sight of the whole neighbourhood

I stumbled on home 'n there I met my sweet wife
She said, "is this how you've planned to spend all your life?"
I felt caught in a cage as a parrot, the bird
But all I could say was these three little words

Forty-Rod Whiskey (Forty-Rod Whiskey)
Forty-Rod Whiskey (Forty-Rod Whiskey)
Forty-Rod Whiskey (Forty-Rod Whiskey)
That Forty-Rod whiskey made me "Molly the Monk"

It was Forty-Rod Whiskey (Forty-Rod Whiskey)
Forty-Rod Whiskey (Forty-Rod Whiskey)
Forty-Rod Whiskey (Forty-Rod Whiskey)
That Forty-Rod whiskey made me "Molly the Monk"

Courtesy of Thomas Gahn