GLORIOUS BEER

Let me sing you a song from the garden

Of happy times, music, and cheer

And with all of these moments of pleasure

We always have plenty of beer

Now 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 now

And wish that we had her right here

Beer Beer, Glorious Beer

Fill your glass right up to here

Don’t be afraid of it, drink ‘til you’re made of it

Drink of this wonderful beer

Now the mountain folks have their corn liquor

The Frenchmen they drink their champagne

And the wine for Italian’s is quicker

Tequila down south does the same

Oh the Russians can have all their vodka

Until it comes out of their ears

But for us we prefer ours in barrels

That wonderful tonic called beer

Beer…beer (2x)