Never touched a drop last night,
Stuck to soda pop last night,
But I went on a sympathetic binge.
While others wassail-cupped it up,
I always Seven-Upped it up
But savored every alcoholic twinge. SHE :

Congratulations on all your abnegations,
But why shy from rye
Or steer clear of beer? HE :
I keep my eyes from getting bleary,
The better to see you with, my dearie.

That face,
That funny, sunny face,
No smile as wileful, beguileful as yours.
I case
That happy, happy face,
And want to smother my other amours.
That face
Is such a silly face,
But it's a treasure of pleasure and grace.
There's obviously no face
That ever can replace
That chiller-thriller, killer-diller face. SHE :

That face,
That darling, snarling face,
Though it's an eyeful, I stifle each yen.
I face
Your helter-skelter face,
You most attractive, reactive of men.
That face
Makes every blonde give chase,
But with brunettes, too, it gets to first base.
There's absolutely no face
That ever can replace
That jazzy, snazzy, razzmatazzy face.