Dry Dry Dry

Dry Dry Dry There's a beer river up at San Miguel. We went up there to the brown river. A little wooden boat carried our souls. Not to safety. We all fell into the beer river! I was floundering so bad. The three others couldn't save me; nor me them. Beer engulfed us. It was each to their own. Save your skin. Not before drinking your fill. The others preferred San Mig Lite. I had Red Horse. I was called Lucky as I spied a bottle of Happy Horse. I swear the horse was smiling. We drank the San Miguel river ing dry dry dry. I burped when I was done. Drank my fill. As had the rest. I staggered shoreward. Leaving our upturned boat on river bed. If you read this, tell them we drank the San Mig river dry dry dry. And it don't exist no more. Except in myth and legend. So I'll spare you the Antipolo Jeepney ride there. Don't go looking for it. We drank the San Mig river dry dry dry.