How dry I am, how dry I am, nobody knows how dry I am…
(sh) Speak easy, (sh) speak easy, said Johnny Brown.
I’m gonna leave this town, everything is closing down.
(sh) Speak easy, (sh) speak easy, and tell the bunch
I won’t go East, won’t go West, got a different hunch.
I’ll be leaving in the summer and I won’t come back till fall.
Goodbye Broadway, hello Montreal.
With a stein upon the table I’ll be laughing at you all.
Goodbye Broadway, hello Montreal.
I’m on my way, I’m on my way,
And I’ll make whoop-whoop whoopee night and day.
Anytime my wifey wants me you can tell her where to call.
Goodbye Broadway, hello Montreal.
Let’s go!
Yamo, yamo, I think I want a drink.
Yamo, yamo, there’s water in the sink.
The sink, the sink, the sink, the good old rusty sink.
But who the heck wants water when you’re dying for a drink?
That old tin pail, that old tin pail, was never meant to carry ginger ale.
[original additional lyrics]
Oh, We Won’t Get Home Till Morning is the best song after all.
Goodbye Broadway, hello Montreal.
There’ll be no more Orange Phosphates you can bet your Ingersoll,
Goodbye Broadway, hello Montreal.
There’ll be photographs of breweries all around my bedroom wall.
Goodbye Broadway, hello Montreal.
(sh) Speak easy, (sh) speak easy, asked Tommy Gray
I must know right away, are the gals up there okay?
(sh) Speak easy, (sh) speak easy, said Johnny Brown
You ain’t been hugged, ain’t been kissed, till you’ve hit that town.
