I lafs und sings, und shumps aroundt.
                Und somedimes acd so gueer.
You ask me vot der matter ish?
                I'm filled mit lager peer.

I hugs mine child, und giss mine vife.
                Oh, my dey was so dear;
Bot dot ish ven, you know, mire friend,
                 I'm filled mit lager peer.

Eleetion gomes, I makes mire speech,
                Mine het it vas so glear:
De beoples laf, und say ha, ha,
                He's filled mit lager peer.

De oder night I got me mad,
                De beoples run mit fear.
De bleeceman gome und took me down
                All filled mit lager peer.

Next day I gomes pefore de judge,
                Says he, "Eh heh, you're here!"
I gives you yust five-fifty-five
                For trinking lager peer.

I took mine bocket book qvick oud,
                So poor I don't abbear;
Mine money all vas gone, mine friend
                Vas gone in lager peer.

Und den dey dakes me off to shail,
                To work mine sendence glear,
Und dere I shwears no more to be
                Filled oup mit lager peer.

Und from dot day I drinks no more,
                Yah, dat is very gueer,
But den I found de tevil lifed
                In dot same lager peer.