[Verse 1] As I was standing at the bar my elbow bent in style A white-haired gent stepped up to me and faced me with a smile. He gently chided me and said that I would die in sin. I ordered up another round and this I said to him: [Chorus] I happen to like whiskey sir now what’s the harm in that? A man must have a hobby sir to keep from going flat. I do not care for tennis sir I’m much too old and fat. I happen to like whiskey sir now what’s the harm in that? [Verse 2] He smiled and took exception boys to my philosophy. He said that all that whiskey boys would be the death of me. He told me of the ruin it had brought to other men. I ordered up another round and said to him again: [Chorus] I happen to like whiskey sir now what’s the harm in that? A man must have a hobby sir to keep from going flat. I do not care for tennis sir I’m much too old and fat. I happen to like whiskey sir now what’s the harm in that? [Verse 3] He was so excited boys I thought that he would burst. In his attempt to save me boys he’d worked up quite a thirst. He said he was so doggone dry he’d drink most anything. He drained the glass I gave him boys and he began to sing: [Chorus] I happen to like whiskey sir now what’s the harm in that? A man must have a hobby sir to keep from going flat. I do not care for tennis sir I’m much too old and fat. I happen to like whiskey sir now what’s the harm in that?