This should most often be read out loud before cracking a bottle of the MD 20/20(copywritten):
20/20, Mogen
Dee
I sure could go a bottle.
I think I’ll crack my shoesies on,
And off I’ll go-a-waddle.
Londis, Nisa, Aldi’s too,
I’m sure they all sell Dave.
But can they give me what I want?
It’s strawberreee I crave.
Mogen David’s what I need
But I.D’s what I lack.
If this fine
man asks me for I.D
His jaw is sure to get
cracked!
‘Uno of your finest strawberreee’
I tell the fine
man as he comes.
‘Have you got I.D?’ he asks me,
‘Oh no, it’s for my
mum!’
‘The benefit of the doubt I’ll give you, But this be warned I tell.’
‘Bad deeds be done upon this stuff,
You’re bound to go to
hell!’
‘But no, dear
man I think you’ll find
That I’m the Mogen master.’
‘Now come with me, my dear old boy,
And let us get-a-plastered!’
So off we go to Bothwell Lane,
A nasty night ahead.
We stank the Mogen to the dregs,
And the poor old
man drops dead.
Now sure enough I’m damned to
hell;
Man slaughter’s the name of the game.
But after cracking that bottle of
joy,
I’d sure do it all again!
And bound to
hell as I may be,
Hell’s turned out to be terrific.
Dirty women, rock & roll,
And they all think Mogen’s the shiznic!
So crack that lid, breathe that scent,
It’s certainly worth the do.
Mogen David is sure for everyone,
And chaps, this includes all of you.