Professor Elemental: Hello old chap

English Gentleman: Come in old man! Why, why you look like you've seen a ghost!

Prof: I only wish it was

Gent: It can't be as bad as that

Prof: It's worse I'm afraid. Worse

Gent: Let me fix you a drink and, you can tell me all about it

Prof: I have a problem. I've done some terrible things, terrible things

Gent: I see...

It's not whiskey or gin or puffed in a pipe

Not opium or laudanum, a different high

Not for ordinary mortals, a different vice

For after hours gentlemen who fib and lie

Leave brandies and cigars

Games of bridge with wives

And stride briskly to a risky life

Down backstreets, the air's thick and rife

Bad atmosphere, a glimpse of crime

Mind your business, tight lipped arrive

To a dingy hiding place, where you give your tithe

Receieve for your shilling, a liquid prize

One swig, first sign, is a twitching eye

Your mind begins to fizz, unzip and writhe

Your hat brim widens, grip the sides

A delightful sickness, an itching spine

A roar of bliss, slip into the night

To find poor victims, rip and slice

Stalk and bite

Isn't this the life?

By dawn, more yourself, revisit your wife

"Just a late-night game of cards dear, didn't win the prize"

You, cringe to lie but will still sprint tonight

To purchase more elixir from Mr. Hyde

You, cringe to lie but will still sprint tonight

To purchase more elixir from Mr. Hyde

Gent: Oh god! Your -inaudbile- must be horrible...

Prof: I've... I've drunk some now!

Gent: No! No old chap!