Glorious Beer

Let me sing you a song of a gargle,
A lotion to me very dear;
I refer to the grand lubricator,
That wonderful tonic called beer, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

Beer, beer, glorious beer,
Fill yourself right up to here;
Don' be afraid to drink it, drink 'til you're made of it,
Drink to our 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 a bale of it,
Glorious, glorious beer.

It's the granddaddy of all lubricators,
A very fine thing for your neck,
Can be used as a lotion or gargle,
For people of every sect, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

They say there's a Goddess of wine, boys,
But if is there a Goddess of beer?
If there is let us drink to her name, boys,
And wish that we had her right here, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

JY