Come Swish Around, My Pretty Punk, And Keep Me Dancing Still That I May Stay A Sober Man Although I Drink My Fill. Sobriety Is A Jewel That I Do Much Adore; And Therefore Keep Me Dancing Though Drunkards Lie And Snore. O Mind Your Feet, O Mind Your Feet, Keep Dancing Like A Wave, And Under Every Dancer A Dead Man In His Grave. No Ups And Downs, My Pretty, A Mermaid, Not A Punk; A Drunkard Is A Dead Man, And All Dead Men Are Drunk.