GLORIOUS BEER
Let me sing you a song of a gargle,
A lotion to me very dear;
I refer to that grand lubricator,
That wonderful tonic called beer, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Beer, beer, glorious beer,
Fill yourself right up to here;
Don't be afraid of it, drink till you're made of it,
Drink of your old lager beer, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,
Drink a great deal of it, make a whole meal of it,
Come, boys, a rousing good cheer, hurrah!
Up with the sale of it, down with the bale of it,
Glorious, glorious beer.
It's the daddy of all lubricators,
A very fine thing for your neck;
Can be used as a lotion or gargle,
For people of every sect,....
They say there's a goddess of wine, boys,
But is there a goddess of beer?
If there is, let us drink to her name, boys,
And wish that we had her right here
