What Are You Thirsty For?

Brother, times are tough
No one's got enough
The Depression is in full swing
And to make things worse
We're all under a curse
Of the government prohibiting
Yes, we're all in a fix
From their federal tricks!
And Chicago is on the brink
Oh, but I've got the keys
'Cause in times like these
We could certainly all use a drink!

Are you lookin' for
A friendly door
To knock and come on in?
Well, the name's Sweet Sue
And I'm here for you!
So that the good times can begin
If you need good hospitality
Well, the clerk will check your troubles
And come sit by me!
Let me figure out your recipe
Ay, what are you thirsty for?

Are you achin' for
A whole lot more
Or are about to call it quits!
Let me introduce
All the kinds of dukes
Prohibition prohibits
'Cause when you're drowning in a sea of debt
That's the time you go to war to get your whistle wet
Is there something special I can get?
Ay, what are you thirsty for?

I can see real good times around the bend
I can feel 'em coming, by and by (I feel 'em coming, by and by)
But until that blessed day, my friend
This is no time to be dry! (To be dry!)
Do you heavy up every now and then
To let loose and ring the bell? (Sounds swell!)
Well, then read my lips
And watch my hips
And let's merrily go to hell! (Too swell!)

When the hard tines put you to the test
And The Depression has you feeling so damn depressed
Lay your weary head on my chest
Ay, what are you thirsty for?

On the outside times are lookin' real
But here inside there ain't no clocks! (No clocks!)
Let the fools outside all sink or swim
As we stay high on the rocks!

Is the small amount in your bank account
Barely keeping you afloat? (Doo-wop!)
Well, for cryin' out loud!
Come join the crowd
'Cause we're all in the same damn boat! (Doo-wop!)

And if you find you're down to your last job
And there ain't no chicken kickin' at every pub
Well, then ain't it revealin', come hit the spot
Yeah, what are you thirsty for?
What are you thirsty—

If the temple's poundin' hard and fast
Let's keep dancing 'til the crack of dawn (Crack of dawn)
There is no use livin' in the past
And tomorrow we may all be gone!
(Federal Agent, this is a raid!)
Tomorrow we'll be travelin' on!

Come on, dance and sing
We're in full swing
And the gin all got to me
Oh, we'll have a ball
'Til they yell "last call!
For another goddamn raid!

And when I'm laid out on Judgement Day
I'll be front to find I'm headed down
Old Satan's way! (Satan's way!)
And this is what I pray I'll hear him say
"Take a seat, Sweet Sue" ("Take a seat, Sweet Sue")
I've been expecting you (A table for two)
And I'm about to call
So what are you thirsty for?