Beer Get Outta Here
Just going for a BEER
Beer, Beer, what you are doing here
I thought I gave you up
But there are still two cans of you left here in the fridge
Now enough is enough
But I do though like salty peanuts
And when you seem to make it snow
I know I can’t leave the pub
To get more beer and some cheer
Now that’s what I call luck
Happy hour is here again
So I don’t give a XXXX
Beer, Beer what are you doing here
Time you went to bed
For if you stay to much longer
You will affect my head
Night to you all and no need to crawl to the bedstead
Me and Beer have come to agree that he will never leave
So I will just lock him out and hope we don’t both freeze
Beer, Beer, it’s time for you and me to sup
Then to bed we shall go until the next winter glow
And it’s your time to get up slow
Before Mr Hangovers
DAMO
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