The Spree - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE SPREE. Written by Harry S. Miller. 
I'm out for a spree, as no doubt you can see, It's the cause of my wife And I quarreling; It's a year now or more, since I've been full before. But I mean to make this one a darling. I've plenty of money to make the thing funny, So order a bottle or two; And drink while you're staying, I'll do all the paying, And paint the town red, "white and blue. 
Chorus. For I'm out for a spree, for a spree you can see, And I mean to get there just the same; I've the boodle here for the wine or beer, So set them up again. 
I'm awfully full, I'm as tight as a bull, But what's the odds 'long your merry; I'm out for a spree, and I'll get there, you'll see, So set up more Mumm's wine or sherry. I feel like a lobar, care not for a dollar, I'm out for to blow in my wealth; So fill up your glasses, we'll drink to the lasses, And, Fitzy, take something yourself.-Chorus.