The Rum Song
by Brant Risko
How's the rum supply?
We hope it's not running dry
Only thing that could make us cry
Is no more booze to get us high
Whoa-oh-whoa, How's the rum supply?
Watch out for the rum! It's the treasure for which we've come Might make me blind, deaf, and dumb Still, we've got to get us some Whoa-oh-whoa, Watch out for the rum!