We'll Drink Manhattans,
And discuss Patton's
War career
Some may prefer a beer,
Foamed cheer..
The bar is Clancy's,
In here, a man sees
Dim lit lights..
Quite often double sights
And really great fist fights
On some nights..

We're drinkin' buddies,
No fuddy duddys,
All great guys..
Alcohol takes us,
..Makes us..wise..
We solve all problems within the world
Between sips and stuff we've hurled..
We'll Drink Manhattans,
It keeps our straight hair curled..

Watch, on my hand, which
Surrounds a sandwich
Shows it's two..
Our drinkin' night is through,
It's true..
So, with slow swagger,
Perhaps a stagger,
now and then..
This group of tipsy happy men
Harry, Tom, and Ben,
Me and Ken..
Up and skeedaddle
Each, to his battle-axe
At home..
Until next Friday,
When we'll roam..
Back here to Clancy's,
..A weekly ploy..
Just can't hardly wait, Oh Boy!
We'll Drink Manhattans..
Again, wear smiles of joy..

We'll Drink Manhattans
Again, wear smiles of joy..