February 2009

Pubazoids,
THUR, FEB 12, 6:00PM – BOUNDAY BAY IPA CASK!
Bellingham’s finest are bringing the cask version of your favorite Washington IPA!

THUR, FEB 19 – RARE DRAFT NIGHT!
We’ve had a few kegs of great draft beer fall into our laps lately (well, actually, we buy them), so we’ve decided to put them on tap side-by-side. Enjoy: Full Sail Black Gold Bourbon Imperial Stout, Oskar Blues Gordon, Hale’s Supergoose, and Rogue Double Dead Guy!

THUR, FEB 26 – ANACORTES BREWERS NIGHT!
The folks from Anacortes will be bringing a fine combination of their great ales, lagers, and t-shirts!

FRI, FEB 27 – SAT, MAR 7 – BARLEYWINE BACCHANAL!
Once again we’ll rotate through more than 40 different big, bold, brews (including vintages from the cellar) - from the super hoppy to the sublimely malty. Twenty taps will be dedicated to these magic elixirs, so we’ll rotate new ones on every day.

Coming up:
Mar 12 – Full Sail Brewers Night!
Mar 19 – Herbert’s Cask Release Party!
Mar 26 – Northern Lights Brewers Night!

SHUFFLEBOARD AT BPP!
If you haven’t been in lately, come down and play our new shuffleboard table! It’s a twelve foot bumper table and lots of fun!

BOTTLE IN FRONT OF ME!
New arrivals include Full Sail Black Gold, Jolly Pumpkin Oro De Calabaza, Stone/Jolly Pumpkin/Nogne O Holiday Ale, Haand Dark Force, and Verhaghe Echte Kriekenbier.

Cheers!
Gary, Terri, Jennifer, Rob, Dennis, Devrim, April, Jon,
and random appearances from Lorraine and Ryan

Free Beer, Please
Local homebrewers find state laws a bit prohibitive.
By Laura Onstot
Published on January 20, 2009 at 10:46pm

Jerome Seipp loves beer. He's spent 15 years perfecting his recipes for India Pale Ale and Belgian-style brews, and uses "cheers" as a signoff. But he can't bring his beer to a wedding or even the barbecue next door, as state law allows homebrewers to transport only one gallon out of their house--and even then it's only supposed to be for the purposes of tasting in a competition or convention.

But that's not the worst thing about Washington's rules concerning homemade beer, explains Seipp, Secretary of the Washington Homebrewers Association (WHA). His organization is part of a national group that hosts an annual homebrewer convention and competition. Participating requires far more than a growler or two of your favorite brews, but since participants can't transport their home brews around this state, the law prevents the WHA from offering Seattle as a host city for the annual beerfest.

So Seipp and his organization turned to state Sen. Ken Jacobsen (D-Wedgwood) for help. Jacobsen is a big fan of the local beer industry. (Last year he unsuccessfully sponsored a measure to allow dogs in bars. Last week, he reintroduced it.) While he has never tried to brew his own beer, the senator loves drinking local microbrews (he's a big Manny's fan), which are licensed and regulated by the state Liquor Control Board. Unlike homebrewers, craft brewers can sell out of their breweries, in stores, and on tap at local watering holes. Hence, if homebrewers wanted to sell their beers, they would have to become craft brewers and apply for the corresponding licenses and permits. But as it is now, they can't even distribute their creations for free.

Over a couple of brews at the Fiddler's Inn in Wedgwood, Arlen Harris, Executive Director of the Washington Beer Commission, and WHA members asked Jacobsen to raise the limit to 20 gallons and make it legal to pour glasses for friends and family as well as judges and contest organizers. And last week, Jacobsen introduced Senate Bill 5060 to make exactly those changes. The legislation would still prevent homebrewers from actually selling their beer, but just getting the recipes out there is important for the local craft-brewing industry, Jacobsen says.

"If someone's got an art or skill, I see no reason why they couldn't [share their creations in larger quantities]," says Jacobsen. "Home brewers are the nursery for the next crop of microbrewers," he adds.

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Kids draw the darndest things:
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I wear a greasy ball cap
I like my shirt untucked
I spend Saturdays working on my truck
I don't like to fight
But I ain't scared to bleed
Most don't mess with a guy like me

(Chorus)
'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work
Our best blue jeans have skoal rings
We wear our boots to church
So rough around the edges
It's hard to believe
That girls like you
Love guys like me

Your daddy worked at the bank
Mine worked on cars
You went to college
I pulled graveyard
You must have had your pick
Of all the trust fund types
But you came back to me and only God knows why

(Repeat Chorus)

Now there's a lot of guys like me out there
In a lot of little towns
And tellin' all our buddies, we won't ever settle down
We say thats just the way we are and the way we'll always be
So God sends girls like you for guys like me
Thank God there's girls like you, for guys like me

Wellllll...

He's not very handsome to look at.

And he eats just like a hog.

And he's always drinkin' my beer up.

Heyyyyyy Pauly the beer drinkin' dog.

Heyyyyyy Pauly the beer drinkin' dog.

Well, he's not very pretty to look at.

And he smells just like a hog.

And he's always drinkin' and fighting.

Heyyyyyy Pauly the beer drinkin' dog.

Heyyyyyy Pauly the beer drinkin' dog.

Yeah.
We're farmers' sons an' preacher's boys.
Small town with big toys.
Call us fools or call us brave,
On rainy nights, we parade,
In four wheel drives; the girls in jeans too tight.
Ain't no drive dirt. there ain't no dust.

Got mud, no fear, Bocephus, cold beer.
We bounce, we slide, we sing while we ride.
We don't like paved streets, asphalt or concrete:
Got mud; yeah, we got mud.

We spend days at the lake,
Kickin' back an soakin' rays.
Sunburn, it ain't no fun,
I'd trade a day in the sun for a good downpour.
That's what we're prayin' for:
We know every time it rains on us:

Got mud, no fear, Bocephus, cold beer.
We bounce, we slide, we sing while we ride.
We don't like paved streets, asphalt or concrete:
Got mud; we got mud.

(Whoo, who's playin' that thing?)

A good downpour.
That's what we're prayin' for:
We know every time it rains on us:

We got mud, no fear, (No fear.)
Bocephus, cold beer.
We bounce, we slide, (We slide.)
We sing while we ride.
We don't like paved streets, asphalt or concrete:

We got mud, no fear, Bocephus, cold beer.
We bounce, we slide, we sing while we ride.
We don't like paved streets, asphalt or concrete:
Got mud; we got mud.

Mmm, got mud.
Yeah, we got mud.
(Got mud no fear.)
(Got mud no fear.)
I like to get dirty, you know what I mean.
(Got mud no fear.)
We got mud.

She sits alone by a lamppost
Trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind
She says Dad's the one I love the most
But Stipe's not far behind
She never let's me in
Only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care
I just run my hands through her dark hair
Then I pray to God you gotta help me fly away
And just...
chorus:
Let her cry
If the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing
If it eases all her pain
Let her go
Let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be, let her be
This morning I woke up alone
Found a note standing by the phone
Saying, "Baby, maybe I'll be back someday"
I wanted to look for you
You walked in I didn't know just what I should do
So I sat back down and had a beer and felt sorry for myself
Saying...
(chorus) x 2
Last night I tried to leave
Cried so much I could not believe
She was the same girl I fell in love with long ago
She went in the back to get high
And I sat down on my couch and cried
Yelling "Oh mama, please help me
Won't you hold my hand"
And...
(chorus) x 2

When I woke up it was raining
Well I got soaked
When I woke up this morning
I was cold and wet and broke
I ain't got no destination
I'm just gonna follow my shoes
I may run on up to Dallas
But the fiddle player's got the blues

Feel kinda like ole Ray Charles
Georgia on my mind
Sho wish I could get there
I ain't got a dime
These hard times that I'm having
I guess they call it paying dues
That's just how things get goin'
When fiddle player's got the blues
Yeah, he's got the blues

They say playing in these beer joints
Kinda keeps a man in touch
Sho beats pickin' cotton
But it just don't beat it much
I guess it all comes down
To whatever life you choose
And you know I ain't complaining
It's just the fiddle player's got the blues

Do you know me? ..
Of course you do! ..
Though maybe you haven’t seen me in a little while
I’m that drum beat comin’ through your car radio
And I’m that thumpin’ bass that drags you along with the rhythm
I’m that part of music that makes you wanna dance

I’m a pure gospel song issuing forth from a Sunday morning church house
Jesus! .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus ..Jesus!
I’m a happy crystal ring of a high mountain fiddle
I’m the blues at midnight oozing out of a back street honky-tonk
I’m draw my nourishment from the teeming streets of New York City
The lonely grain covered plains of Minnesota
From cabaret and camp meeting, and bayou and beer joint and good times and ghettos
I was born in a house of New Orleans travelling up the river on the North bound paddle leaders
I was nurtured in the Mississippi delta when seeds of the blues sprang forth in the rich black soil
I was there when Elvis learned to sing, when BB got his first guitar
I’m black and white and smooth and rough and hard and soft
I’m the roots of American music
And I’m always there just the local service
And when the chaff of trend and bad is swept aside
I’m exposed again
Strong, pulsating and very much alive
The winds of change may blow the tree away
But the roots remain, then, now and until the end

The house lights blaze the spotlights dim and the encore fades away
We've got five hundred miles to go and another show to play
But there's a few old diehard fans still hanging out back stage
They're the ones who have been faithful from the start
So we renew our old aquaintances and discuss the life and times
Of Tommy, Toy and Ronnie and the ones we've left behind
And all the minstrel warriors who got old before their time
But they'll always have ap lace here in our hearts
And its time to pick up memories and remember our old freinds
Do you think we'll ever see the likes of Stevie Ray again
CHORUS
Sail away it's time for moving on
This music is my mission and this highway is my home
While you sleep we've got promises to keep
And miles to go before teh morning light
We're the tall dark ships that pass you in the night
We thank you for your kind words and for coming to the show
It's so good to see you all again but we've relly got to go
The weather's getting stormy and they say it's gonna snow
And Omaha's a far piece down the line
We'll it's sure been fun but the time has come to get on out of here
The driver's getting nervous and the road crew's out of beer
And if the good Lord's willing we're gonna see you all next year
And we'll drop you all a card at Christmas time
But the boys are getting restless and the hours getting late
The time goes by so easy but that highway won't wait
REPEAT CHORUS

He wears a zoot suit with a reet pleat
Drives a '36 Cord with a rumble seat
Now he's a Lord, he's a jitterbug
Scare the letters off a highway sign

He drinks beer and eats beanies
Chases it down with ol' Thunderbird wine
Carries brass knuckles and a .44
Runs a loan shark business and a Mary Jane store

He's a... he's a jitterbug; keeps movin', don't sit still
If the law don't get him, some gun-totin' irate husband will
Oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh jitterbug, jitterbug

One day in September he stepped out of his Cord
Into the street to face a bullet spittin' Ford
Now he's jitterbug, just a name in the news
Said, "He finally paid the price. He finally paid his dues."

jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug
jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbug

There's a place not too far away from here
Out with the cows and the Lone Star beer
Where the livin' and lovin' is quite all right with me
Well they call it Texas and it's a mighty fine place to be

Runs from Texarkana to El Paso
And Oklahome down to old Mexico
And there's Houston, Dallas, Austin and San Antone
People in Texas sure do make you feel at home

They just want everybody to leave them alone
While they drink their whiskey and roll their own
And they like their music with a little bit of southern sound
They kick up their heels every evening when the sun goes down

And you can call them country and they don't care
And if you don't like the way they wear their hair
You can take your like and shove 'em on up the line
People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine

INTRO:

Well there ain't no grapes in California, and there ain't no spuds in Idaho
Ain't no snow in Minnesota, they don't get hot in El Paso
And there ain't no baked beans up in Boston, and no river in St. Lou
Ain't no grizzlies in Alaska and the Astrodome is blue
And there ain't a cowboy hat in Dallas if I ain't in love with you

INTRO

Well there ain't no M in Massechusetts, and there ain't no K in Kankakee
And there ain't T in Tallahassee, there ain't no B.S. in D.C.
Ain't no beer in Bogalusa, ain't no beach in Malibu
Ain't no cars in Carson City, ain't no water in Waterloo
And there ain't a guitar pick in Nashville if I ain't in love with you

BRIDGE:
How am I gonna make you see that all I wanna do is make you mine
You won't believe a word I say so I'm just gonna try it one more time
One more time

And there ain't no tide in Tuscaloosa, no jambalaya in Lafayette
And there ain't no oil in Oklahoma, and Arizona's soakin' wet
And I ain't ever givin' up in spite of all you put me thru
I'm gonna tell ya one more time, baby you know it's true
Ain't a Chevrolet in Detroit if I ain't in love with you

SOLO

You won't believe a word I say so I'll just have to try it one more time
One more time

Well there ain't no mountains in Montana, ain't no pines in Caroline
And there ain't rivers in Mississippi, ain't no Mason-Dixon Lines, and ya know that's fine
Ain't no longhorn cows in Texas, ain't no streets in Kalamazoo
Ain't no losers in Las Vegas, ain't no creeks in Caribou
Ain't a cowboy hat in Dallas if I ain't in love with you

Ain't a cowboy hat in Dallas if I ain't in love with you

I was takin a trip out to L.A.
Toolin along in my cheverolet
Tokin on a number and diggin on the radio

Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow

Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
Cause there wasn't a filling station in sight
So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim

I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
Kind of a red-neck lookin joint called the Dew Drop Inn

I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And ywould he be kind enough to give me change for a one

There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me
He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone

I called up the station down the road a ways
He said he wasn't very busy today
And he could have somone out there in just about 10 minutes or so

He said," Now, you just stay right where yer at!"
And I didn't bother to tell the darn fool
That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go

So I ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in and said, "Who owns this car
With the peace sign, the mag wheels and the four on the floor?"

He looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door

Just when I wthought I'd get outta there with my skin
These 3 big dudes come strollin in
With one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
Especially when there was three of them and only one of me

I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said, "You tip your hat to this lady, son!"
And when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath

They all started laughin and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I better think of something pretty quick
So I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee

Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
And said "Now watch him Folks cause he's a fairly dangerous man!"

"You may not know it but this man is a spy.
He's a undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan!"

He was still bent over holdin on to his knee
But everybody else was looking and listening to me
And I laid it on thicker hand heavier as I went

"He's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags!
I betchya he's even got a commie flag
tacked up on the wall inside of his garage."

"He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys.
He may look dumb but that's just a disguise,
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage"

"Would you believe this man has gone as far
As tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars.
And he voted for George McGovern for President."

They started lookin real suspicious at him
He jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim!
You know he's lying I been living here all of my life!"

"I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church.
And I aint even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!"

Then he started saying somethin bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy moving and hoping I didn't run outta luck

When I hit the door I was making tracks
And they were just taking my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up

Mario Andretti wouldda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin when I passed that crowd
Coming out the door and headed toward me at a trott

Now I guess I should of gone ahead and run
But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun
Of chasing them all just once around the parking lot

I had them all out there steppin and fetchin
Like their heads was on fire and their asses was catchin
then I figgered I had better go ahead and split before the cops got there

When I hit the road I was really wheelin
Had gravel flyin and rubber squeelin
And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas

I think I'm gonna reroute my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to L.A., via Omaha

From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks,
came a rowdy Ragin Cajun by the name of Rupernac,
He was harder than a hickory long and thinner than a rail,
He was faster than a Copperhead and he werent afraid of hell,
He turned 18 in the Parish courthouse facin 10 to life,
about some altercation in a beer joint with a knife,
He said judge I mean your honor I hope you'll understand,
but if it happened here today I think I'd do it all again,
cause you don't get up in my face, you don't call my mama names,
you don't whistle in my kitchen, you dont pull my big dogs chain,
I don't mean no disrespect but I been stubborn, all my life
He'd been two years in prison when his cousin Jay came down,
said his sister was in trouble in some far off Northern town,
He broke out of jail that night and left a note behind,
I'll see ya'll in a week or so, till then I'm hard to find,
He found her in a tavern up in westside Buffalo,
Gave her a one way ticket home and pushed her out the door,
Said I'm lookin for the man who done my little sister harm,
he's a soul destroying punk that stuck a needle in her arm,
and some pimp back in the corner, started makin himself small,
but he grabbed him by the collar and he pushed him to the wall,
He said you try to run away, you gone regret it, all your life,
The Cajun started laughin when the pimp pulled out a knife,
He said I oughtta kill ya, but I'm gonna spare your life,
With one sledgehammer fist he knocked him sprawlin on the floor,
and then he kicked him in his forked end, and he headed for the door,
He walked on down the sidewalk and hit the Southern trail,
He went back to Louisiana and he walked into the jail,
He said I had some business up above the bunkie line,
but my debts have all been settled and I've come to do my time,
and I hope I didnt cause no trouble, I wasnt tryin to run away,
But a feller owed me somethin and I had to make him pay,
Besides I'm kind of proud I been a coonass, all my life

Let me tell ya...

Where I come from it's grits and gravy not champagne and caviar
Got pickup trucks, ain't no mercedes, that's who we are (Oooooh.. Yeah I wouldn't change a thing)
I ain't no saint sometimes a sinner and I can't tell you why
But I get up every mornin' and thank the man above (Oooooh WOOOoo my life is good)

Let me tell ya how good... hahaaa

Like my women hot and my beer ice cold
A real fast car and my whiskey old
Like a slow drive down and old dirt road
That's How I like it
I like to turn my music way up loud
Ain't nothin' better than the sound of a crowd
American flag it makes me proud
That's how I like it

Wooooo...aaah... Listen now...

Ain't no cell phone towers, you won't catch me online
Workin' with my hands for hours, is how I spend my time
And I don't stand in line for coffee, It ain't my cup of tea
Out here in the country we got everything we need Ooooh Woooo yeah..

Like my women hot and my beer ice cold
A real fast car and my whiskey old
Like a slow drive down and old dirt road
That's How I like it
I like to turn my music way up loud
Ain't nothin' better than the sound of a crowd
American flag it makes me proud
That's how I like it yeah..

Ooooohhhh...

WOOooooo That's how I like it

[Whistle]

Like my women hot and my beer ice cold
A real fast car and my whiskey old
Like a slow drive down and old dirt road
That's How I like it
I like to turn my music way up loud
Ain't nothin' better than a Skynyrd crowd
American flag it makes me proud
That's how I like it yeah...
That's how I like it
That's how I like it

WOOOOOoooo

Yeah....

A boy gets crazy when he's sittin' at the bar
Don't you mess with Jake don't you push him too far
Rotgut whiskey and homemade wine
Make a good country boy just lose his mind
Like a runaway train rollin' through the night the boy ain't got no fear
Like a race car hittin' the wall it gets hard to steer
Waitin' for the smoke to clear

oooh oooooh...

Betty got caught in the back of Bobby's car
Bobby got caught with his hand in the cookie jar
Her Daddy blew a fuse and went for his gun
Now Bobby and Betty they're on the run
Like a runaway train rollin' throught the night nothin's gonna stop them now
Gotta keep on moving cover their tracks somehow

Like a runaway train rollin' through the night
The kids ain't got no fear
Daddy swears bang is the last sound Bobby's gonna hear Oooohhh...
Waitin' for the smoke to clear

Daddy finally caught 'em and he emptied his gun
Put a dead end to all of Bobby's fun Oooohhh...
Good god almighty for heaven's sakes
Betty's Daddy turned out to be Jake

Like a runaway train rollin' through the night
Jake ain't got no fear
No hangman judge gonna give the boy 99 years

Here sits Jake in the back of this bar
Sippin' on an ice cold beer
If the law had a clue all they'd do is look right here
They'd see Jake
Waitin' for the smoke to clear .... Waitin' for...
Oooooooooooooh....

This ole beer gut I got don’t get no smaller
If I thought it’d do any good I’d go ahead and call her
I’ve been drinkin’ up my pain since she’s been gone
For every fool there’s a good boss too
And the same ole sad, sad song

(Chorus)

That beer would go a lot farther with a good ole hurtin’ song
Drink a few with a song or two, It never takes me long
As long as I got money I’ll stay where I belong
Yeah, that beer would go a lot farther with a good ole hurtin’ song

My friends keep tellin’ me boy you oughtta quit it
They ain’t the ones that have to drink to forget it
Forgettin’ don’t come easy when you’re sober and all alone
So I pop my tops and play the jukebox and the pain is gone

(Chorus)

That beer would go a lot farther with a good ole hurtin’ song
Drink a few with a song or two, It never takes me long
As long as I got money I’ll stay where I belong
Yeah, that beer would go a lot farther with a good ole hurtin’ song

As long as I got money I’ll stay where I belong
Yeah, that beer would go a lot farther with a good ole hurtin’ song

In the corner of dark bar room
Sat an ole' cowboy singin' western tunes
Singin' songs he learned as a child
All about the West back when it was wild
He said he came from down Texas way
The cowboys were tough
The women the same way
Said he was a star back in '31
Hollywood had liked him for some
songs that he had done

He's the last of the singin' cowboys
Singin' songs of inspiration and joy
Yippie Yi Yo, Yippie Ay Aye
He took a break, just to chug him down a beer
C'mon folks holler out the songs you'd like to hear
If I know one, I know a million tunes
I'm not up here playin' for me

This is all just for you
And then he bragged on the Stinson hat that he wore
Said it was the finest made since the war
And he won the silver buckle ridin' on a cow
And as he laughed he said
I'll bet you're wonderin' how?

He's the last of the singin' cowboys
Singin' songs of inspiration and joy
Yippie Yi Yo, Yippie Ay A ye

And after three hours or maybe more
A lady grabbed his arm
and showed him to the door
The bartender said, "he's blind, you see
Don't tell him the only audience he
had was you and me"

'Cause he's the last of the singin' cowboys
Singin songs of inspiration and joy
Yippie Yi Yo, Yippie Ay A ye

I like beer 'cos it is good
I drink beer because I should
if there is a song to sing
I sing it and beer you bring
I drink beer when I am sad
'cuz the beer it makes me glad
now there's nothign left to say
so lets go drink beer

Beer is good
Beer is good
Beer is good
... and Stuff

Beer is good
Beer is good
Beer is good
let's go drink some BEER

BEER

when its warm it taste's real crappy
but cold beer will make me happy
when I throw up on the floor
I can go and drink some more
they say beer will make me dumb
it are go good with pizza
now that we have drunk some beer
lets go drive a car

Beer is good
Beer is good
Beer is good
....and stuff

Beer is good
Beer is good
Beer is good
let's go drink some BEER

Beer

uh dude.. I think youv'e had enough
...Nooooooooo!!!!

lets go drink some beer.

I am drunk, drunk as me, I am drunk, wheee
I am drunk, drunk as me, I am drunk wheee
i am drunk, drunk as me, I am...

Let's have another beer
Let's have another beer
Life sucks so here I cheer
Let's have another beer

Their fighting days are gone
Instead they mow the lawn
Oh God, they're dying here
Let's have another beer

Drink, drink up
Drink up, drink up

Close their eyes and in a flash
Bills and wives got all their cash
And their sons are lazy bores
And their daughters are all whores
Hate the boss but they submit
Hate their job but they can't quit
Guns don't teach them to survive
Come and bury them - they've died
Time is something they can't trust
As they watch their bodies rust
Leaky hearts and heads of stone
Even dogs get thrown a bone
There's a reason why they hate
Make them hurry up and wait
As they swear on ninety-five
How can all these dead men drive?

Let's have another beer
Let's have another beer
Life sucks so here I cheer
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Let's have another beer

Their fighting days are gone
Instead they mow the lawn
Oh God, they're dying here
Let's have another beer

Drink, drink up
Drink up, drink up

When it's time for them to sleep
Pray the night lets them repeat
Every wet dream, every sin
But instead the nightmares win

Let's have another beer
Let's have another beer
Life sucks so here I cheer
Let's have another beer

Their fighting days are gone
Instead they mow the lawn
Oh God, they're dying here
Let's have another beer

Drink, drink up
Drink up, drink up

Life insurance all paid up
So they fantasize their death
But the wives and kids just sigh
Only drinking buddies cry

Drink
Let's have another beer
Drink up
Let's have another beer
Drink up
Let's have another beer
Drink up
Let's have another beer
Drink up....