It was nine in the evenin', on a cold and rainy night,
Foxy rolled into the Acme Bar, looking to get tight
He had money in his pocket, he had whiskey in his eye,
He said: Get up off your asses and set up the glasses, I'm drinking this place dry!

Now all the serious boozers, they were soon broken hearted
When Foxy finished off six and he was only getting started
Guzzling down the pints, knokin' em back like candy,
He was lookin' alright to be drinkin' all night, so Sasha brought out the brandy!!

Foxy drank the whole damn bottle, had another pint or two,
When it made no impression he started a session with Murphy's Millenium Brew
He was waiting for a pint when his face turned green;
Geez, Foxy fell down after only fifteen!

You could have heard a pin drop, then the crowd let out a roar,
It took five whole toons to lift Foxy off the floor!
So Chaos looked him over and said better call the hearse:
But it's not what you're thinkin' It wasn't the drinkin' this fox died of thirst!


Parodied from "Johnny Tarr" From Gaelic Storm. :3
Drawn by  Nanook123
Snagged by  Foxlover91
Loved to death by  ChaosCoyote