Whoa January (You're Going To Be Worse Than July)
Words by Andrew B. Sterling
Music by Harry Von Tilzer
Published 1920

[verse 1]
That first of July they said we'd go dry
And ev'ryone thought there'd be nothing to buy
but you got yours and I got mine
And ev'ryone was happy we were feeling fine
But soon we'll be through
then won't we feel blue
No more we'll hear that "have another" sound
Can you picture me saying "gimme some tea"
When Mister January comes around.

[chorus 1]
Whoa January, oh January
I hate to see you come 'round
July was mighty tough but we could get enough
And if we knew the barman we could get the reg'lar stuff,
But oh January Whoa January
I'm so sad I want to cry
You're the month that's going to make my life a wreck
I know I will turn into a horses neck
Whoa January when you go dry
You're going to be worse than July.

[verse 2]
Last night in a dream how real it did seem
A raspberry soda all smothered with cream
said peek-a-boo I'll get you soon
The time is coming when you have to use a spoon
They filled you I hear
with two percent beer
But soon you'll be an ice-cream soda hound
There's drinks we can pick but not one with a kick
When Mister January comes around.

[chorus 2]
Whoa January, oh January
I hate to see you come 'round
July you made us think we couldn't get a drink
But when we wanted something all we had to do was wink,
But oh January Whoa January
So long good old rock and rye
Mister Bevo never made a hit with me
'Cause it hasn't go the right authority
Whoa January when you go dry
You're going to be worse than July.