Once there lived Jim Beam, the poor
In the poorest side,
As he had no drink for sure
He made up his mind.
Let us take a deal of corn
Water is required,
Add some sugar, fire to burn
After all – refined.
Take a chair and take a snack,
Find a place of calm,
Place of pleasure when come back
To your sweet sweet home.
Cosy corner’s atmosphere,
Drink and loose your cough
All your troubles, tears and fear
Should be taken off.
Every people in the world
‘grateful much to him
If you know the better words
Tell please to Jim Beam !