[Hermes]

Well I fell into prison about a quarter till three
Where I found in my cell a glass waiting for me
So I filled what was empty and I pulled up a stool
But he stood in the corner, the old devil wouldn't move
He said, "You drink when you're lonely." "No I drink when I want!"
He said, "You'll never be sober." "Sure. Why would I want that?
I only drink to be merry but unfortunately...
I'm in the wrong prison cell and the wrong company"


*sings as he opens up shop again* Another day, another fight. *turns to see two men squabbling nearby* Oy, boys, why not come in for a drink, quit the fightin fer a bit, aye? *shouting*