He staggers and swaggers in free form
Spent many lonely nights out in the storm

Old irish wine, he gulped with lust
As he sat with garbage cans in dust

Waved to the sparrows who sing every day
Smiled so tender and loving in every way

Without a tooth in his mouth or hair upon his head
Garbage can delights is his kitchen where fed

Never a sad moment as he begged for coins
As he met Jolly his friend who decided to join

They found Thursday's leftovers wrapped in tin foil
If they wait till Saturday it will give them a boil

The alleys are where all the old winos met
As they begged people for coins to place a bet

At the lotto Old Jolly and his friend RunamucK
Came up with some numbers, played for a buck

So when one lady came out to empty her can
The following day took the newspaper and ran

It seems that they had gotten the wining lotto number
No begging for a while, will wine and dine, then slumber

So once more, he staggers and swaggers in free form
Soon he will be as wet as a hot summer's day storm

My favorite wino, he will always be
Dear God, please help him be free!