Oh, Dickel! I’m so fickle. But for you, My heart is true. The sweetest, but cheapest. From Tennessee, but lo, Smoother than Hennessy! Your coconut taste Fills me with haste. Hie! To the liquor store! I must obtain more! So quickly the bottle drains And quickly, my happiness gains. For I grow ever fonder Of this liquor distilled yonder In Cascade Hollow Your whisky I will ever follow. To all of you reading, My warnings, you heeding. Don’t drive up the price. The results won’t be nice. Keep our little secret. The drinks will be so lit. Leave the fervor for those Who hunt wild Buffaloes. Leave the Dickel for me. So cheap, almost free. Raise a glass S. D. Gloria And pour me one more, oh yeah.