Ella Wheeler Wilcox - "Give Us A Call!" lyrics

Give us a call! We keep good beer, Wine, and brandy, and whiskey here; Our doors are open to boys and men, And even to women, now and then. We lighten their purses, we taint their breaths, We swell up the column of awful d**hs; All kinds of crimes We sell for dimes In our sugared poisons, so sweet to taste! If you've money, position, or name to waste, Give us a call! Give us a call! In a pint of our gin, We sell more wickedness, shame, and sin Than a score of clergymen, preaching all day From dawn till darkness, could preach away, And in our beer (though it may take longer To get a man drunk than drinks that are stronger) We sell out poverty, sorrow, and woe— Who wants to purchase? Our prices are low. Give us a call! Give us a call! We'll dull your brains, We'll give you headaches and racking pains, We'll make you old while you yet are young, To lies and slander we'll train your tongue, We'll make you a shirk From all useful work, Make theft and forgery seem fair play, And murder a pastime sure to pay. Give us a call! Give us a call! We are cunning and wise, We're bound to succeed; for we advertise In the family papers! the journals that claim To be pure in morals and fair of fame. Husbands, brothers, and sons will read Our kind invitation, and some will heed And give us a call! We pay for all The space in the paper we occupy. And there's little in this life that money won't buy. If you would go down in the world, and not up, If you would be slain by the snake in the cup, Or lose your soul In the flowing bowl, If you covet shame And a blasted name, Give us a call!