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LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION. Family Guy. Mr Booze recorded in 1964 by Bing Crosby, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr. The song featured in the hit 1964 film Robin and the 7 Hoods. Lyrics below:

Mister Booze (Mister Booze), Mister Booze
Mister B double O, Z Eeee, (that sure spells booze),
You will wind up wearing tattered shoes if you mess with Mister Booze,
(Don't mess with Mister Booze, don't mess with Mister Booze.)
Don't mess with B, double o, Z, E, if you've been so simply occupied.
You'll feel better once you testify, (testify, testify)
(I want to testify, I want to testify)
Well, then cleanse yourself, my child, cleanse yourself.
Brothers and sisters, I happen to know this poor unfortunate soul,
And the fight she is waging against sin,
That old devil hooch has changed her
Into the unsightly person you see before you.
Give us your testimony, my child.
Well, it all began with Daddy (Yeah?)
He said drink helped him stay alive (Yeah?)
Do you know how old he was when he died? (No)
He was twenty-five (No. no)
That's why I gotta come clean (why?)
Because I'm already seventeen
Who's to blame? (Who's to blame?) What his name?
(We know his name, his name is.)
Mister Booze, Mister Booze, Mister B, double O, Z, E,
Don't ever choose, any game you play with him, you lose,
(So don't mess with Mister Booze.)
If your head feels like it's ten foot wide (ten foot wide)
You'll feel better once you testify (testify, testify, testify)
(I want to testify, You got to let me testify)
Well, come forward, dear brother, come forward.
You see here a man, ladies and gentlemen, who just last year
Was the United States Olympic heavyweight wrestling champion,
And here he is, a shadow of his former self, wasted in health, ravaged by sin.
Give us your testimony, brother.
(I was cruel, I was mean) he was mean!
(I was a pickpocket) (a no-good pickpocket)
(And then, sin got me in, sin and Jim got me in its clutches and that's why I need forgiving) Why?
'Cause now my hands shake so much now, I can't even make a living
That's a shame, (what a shame) who's to blame? (Who's to blame?)
(Mister Booze, Mister Booze, Mister B, double O, Z., E. you must refuse)
(You'll make the office dupe a recluse, sister, if you dance with Mister Booze.)
(If you prince with tiffless, naughty guy,)
(You'll feel better when you testify, testify, oh yeah, testify, oh yeah, testify)
I wanna testify.
Ah you don't have to. (oh but I wanna) (oh let him testify!)
(very well)
Then let us lead you on the path of righteousness. Not long ago, brothers and sisters,
This helpless soul was the foremost brain surgeon in this grand and glorious country.
Success was smiling upon him.
Well go ahead and tell us your story. Oh downtrodden one.
I use spirits for medicinal purposes only (Yeah)
I manufacture it for medicinal purposes only. (yeah?)
And then I started drinking what I manufactured and I drank myself
Out of a hell of a business for medicinal purposes only. (That's right)
Alcohol makes a big man small and can lead to life of crime.
Demon rum makes a gin a-bum, and you cash in before your time.
Bootleg gin put you in a spin till you don't even know your name.
You're a public disgrace flat on your face, and there's only one guy to blame.
(Oh Mister Booze, Mister Booze, Mister B, double O, Z, E, don't ever accuse,)
(Don't you wind up swearing platitudes if you're mad with Mister Booze)
(Oh, Mister Booze, Don't mess, mess with Mr. Booze.)
Don't mess with B, double O. Z, E, cause that spells booze.
And you gotta lose with Mi-ister Booze. (Oh Yeah).
Don't mess around with Mister Booze.
(Don't with Mister Booze, Don't with Mister Booze.)
(What's his name now, Don't mess with Mister Booze),
(Don't mess with Mister Booze), Oh Mister Booze, (Don't mess with Mister Booze.) ( Oh yeah) (Oh yeah) (Oh yeah).

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