Bert Williams — When the Moon Shines on the Moonshine

The Mahogany is dusty All the pipes are very rusty And the good, old-fashioned Musty Doesn't musty anymore All the stuff's got bum and bummer From the middle of the Summer Now the bar is on the hummer And "For Rent" is on the door How sad and still tonight By the old distillery And how the cob-webs cob On the old machinery But in the mountain tops Far from the eyes of cops Oh how the moon shines on The moonshine, so merrily! Goodness me, how misery doubles Ain't one thing to use for bubbles Or to drive away your troubles For the tide has gone and went Days and nights are getting bleaker Shivering for an old-time sneaker Even water's getting weaker 'Bout one tenth of one per cent How sad and still tonight By the old distillery And how the Monas moan At the Lager brewery So, mister, if you please Don't let nobody sneeze Up where the moon shines On the moonshine, so sillily