Ev'ry Day'll Be Sunday When The Town Goes Dry
Words and Music by William Jerome & Jack Mahoney
Published 1918

[verse 1]
Mister Prohibition says John Barley corn must go,
He must fly off with Old Crow and the other brands we know;
Old John has been champion for years beyond a doubt,
But now it looks as if they'll count him out,
Soon cloves and SenSen will be out of date,
When prohibition comes they'll get the gate.

[chorus 1]
Goodbye, Hunter; So long, Scotch; Farewell Haig and Haig;
Oh my darling old frappe, they will soon take you away,
At the table with Lola they will serve us Coca-Cola;
No more saying: "Let me buy,"
No more coming thru the Rye;
Old Manhattan and Martini have received the big subpoena,
Ev'ry day'll be Sunday when the town goes dry.

[verse 2]
When the town goes dry a woman can't drive you to drink,
If she does just stop and think, she will drive you to the sink;
Rich old men and women who have champagne on the brain,
will have it with the accent on the pain.
When prohibition knocks upon our door,
Old Mister Bromo Seltzer will be sore.

[chorus 2]
Goodbye, Hunter; So long, Scotch; Farewell Haig and Haig;
Oh my little glass of brew, they are handing it to you,
No more will you see those slackers flirting with the cheese and crackers;
No more saying: "Just one more,"
No more night-cap, no side door;
Then the hat you wear on Sunday,
won't be too small for you Monday,
Ev'ry day'll be Sunday when the town goes dry.

[verse 3]
Can you picture some big husky with a pick and spade,
When it's ninety in the shade, drinking warm, red lemonade?
Many Bourbon tossers will list and join the ranks,
Then ev'ry army will be full of tanks.
Then rubbers and umbrellas won't be high,
They won't be needed when the town is dry.

[chorus]
Goodbye, Hunter; So long, Scotch; Farewell Haig and Haig;
Oh my little Sloe Gin Fizz, you are going out of biz,
Ev'ry little Broadway daughter will be sipping Clysmic water;
No more saying: "Fill the pail,"
No more feet upon the rail;
You can bet that we will grieve, oh, when we gargle Bevo*,
Ev'ry day'll be Sunday when the town goes dry.

*a non-alcoholic beer