Ban The Gin by The Victorian English Gentlemens Club Lyrics

Ban the gin, ban the gin, oh yeah
The women sleep with women and men doing something
Ban the gin, ban the gin, oh yeah
A woman (?) her baby for the money for her clothes
Call the guard, don't call the police
These things don't tend to fizzle out
Ban the gin, ban the gin, oh yeah
The man will have blood, blood on his hands

Just call the am-ny-na-who-ce
Call the am-ny-na-who
Call the am-ny-na-who
Call the amb-i-lance

Ban the gin, ban the gin, oh yeah
The Thames is getting flooded and the gaols are getting full
Ban the gin, ban the gin, oh yeah
A man left his lady for a child on the street
Call the guard, don't call the police
These things don't tend to fizzle out
Ban the gin, ban the gin, oh yeah
The man will have blood, blood on his hands
Just call the am-ny-na-who
Call the am-ny-na-who
Call the am-ny-na-who
Call the amb-i-lance

Ban the gin, God
Ban the gin, God
Ban the gin, God
Ban the gin

Just call the am-ny-na-who
Call the am-ny-na-who
Call the am-ny-na-who
Call the amb-i-lance

Ban the gin