Here’s the famous poem recited by Tom Cruise in the movie Cocktail. I think there must be more bartenders inspired by this movie (as much as it is a bit of a guilty pleasure and cheesy as hell) than any other – I know that I didn’t see it until I was already flairing, but I’m in the minority. I just had to know why everyone kept calling me Tom Cruise. I’ve linked to as many of the drinks in the poem as I can find recipes for, if you have one of the missing ones (or you want to create something!) please let me know in the comments! Lets complete this collection! 🙂



I am the last barman poet.

I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails I make.

Americans getting stinky on something I stir or shake.

The sex on the beach, the schnapps made from peach,

The Velvet Hammer,

the Alabama Slamma!

I make things with juice and froth: the Pink Squirrel, the 3-Toed Sloth. I make drinks so sweet and snazzy:

The Iced Tea, The Kamikaze, The Orgasm, The Death Spasm,

The Singapore Sling, The Dingaling.

America you’ve just been devoted to every flavor I got.

But if you want to got loaded,

why don’t you just order a shot?

Bar is open.

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