Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar   Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why      For we must find the next whiskey bar   For if we don't find the whiskey bar   I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die   I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die      Oh, moon of Alabama   We now must say goodbye   We've lost our good old mamma   And must have whiskey, oh you know why      Oh, moon of Alabama   We now must say goodbye   We've lost our good old mamma   And must have whiskey, oh you know why      Oh, show me the way to the next pretty boy   Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why      [Unverified]      For we must find the next pretty boy   For if we don't find the next pretty boy   I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die   I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die      Oh, moon of Alabama   We now must say goodbye   We've lost our good old mamma   And must have boys, oh, you know why      Oh, moon of Alabama   We now must say goodbye   We've lost our good old mamma   And must have boys, oh you know why      Oh, show me the way to the next little dollar   Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why      For we must find the next little dollar   For if we don't find the next little dollar   I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die   I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die      Oh, moon of Alabama   We now must say goodbye   We've lost our good old mamma   And must have dollars, oh, you know why      Oh, moon of Alabama   We now must say goodbye   We've lost our good old mamma   And must have dollars, oh you know why      Thank you, thank you very much   Welcome to the new morning