I sip and savor, my Jameson true love
Each drop a sweet caress, from heaven above
A Gatorade bottle, my trusty friend
For when nature calls, on this love I depend

Maybelle, my partner, she doesn't understand
Why I choose to hold this bottle in my hand
But my love for Jameson, it runs so deep
And in my moments of need, it's the only company I keep

Some may say it's a habit I should break
But they don't know the joy that this love can make
Jameson, my whiskey, my heart's desire
With every sip, my soul is set on fire

So I'll continue on, with my trusty friend
My Jameson Irish whiskey, until the very end