Ballad Of Mr. Snake

When the angostura runs a little low
And your gin has lost that soft and roosy glow
And time is rushing by, but it seems slow
Just live dangerously once before you go

When you climb out in the attic of your dreams
And you listen to the whispers that were screams
Pulling fingers through your hair, wishing you could be elsewhere
Wondering just what the hell it means

If you take the bite right out of Mr. Snake
He'll adopt the occupation of a fake
Until someone comes along, someone fearless someone strong
And gives that Mr. Snake a mighty shake

But who wants to shake with a snake?
Who wants to shake with a snake?
Who would help a simple adder to be happy to be gladder?
Who wants to shake with a snake?
Who wants to shake with a snake?
Who wants to shake with a snake?
Who would help a simple adder to be happy to be gladder?
Who wants to shake with a snake?
Who wants to shake with a snake?
Who wants to shake with a snake?

I ask you