Come swish around, my pretty punk And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill Sobriety is a jewel That I do much adore And therefore keep me dancing Though drunkards lie and snore O mind your feet, O mind your feet Keep dancing like a wave And under every dancer A dead man in his grave No ups and downs, my pretty A mermaid, not a punk A drunkard is a dead man And all dead men are drunk