The Haunted Liquor Cabinet

Well I've acquired an antique liquor cabinet But it's not just bottled spirits that inhabit it The dealer told me it's at least a hundred years old Handing over the keys as he quickly marked it sold Its gothic design recalls and old movie theater Days of Hollywood from the golden silent era Georgian style legs like from an ancient four-post bed Interior lined with leather of Moroccan red Sometimes it creaks at night and doors open by themselves Revealing shadowy bottles and glasses on shelves There's a ghost who appears and joins my party of one My grinning host who says cheers And asks me, one and done I'll have my first dance with Brandy, then her sister Gin Perhaps a Scotch or some Absinth with a splash of sin True friends will never shut you off nor call the last call When the genie in the bottle is belle of the ball Well it seems I've acquired an unwanted habit Being bitten by the mad dog and rabid rabbit Now I inhabit a haunted house and habitat My happy home's the cabinet--well imagine that Always fully stocked with bottles that never run dry The Bourbon ever flowing in eternal supply I've inherited a haunted liquor cabinet Now I'm just one of the spirits That inhabit it