Malcee - the bestest beerman in the west part 2
Now Malc opened a savings account, at the co-op bank,
He knew his dosh would there be safe, it was honest, fair and frank,
But when he told them of his name, they didn't really get it,
'Cause when he looked at his banking book he found they thought him Shitt!
Now Malcolm knows a bloke named Dave, together they'd a thought,
They'd mash some barley or other grains to make a lovely wort,
This was so sweet they thought aloud, until they added hops
Then brewed it out, called it Rusty Lane, and sold it in their shop.
We know so well the K And A, the brew'ry that's the best,
It has its own fine tap room, where all are welcome but Fred West
Its sister pub in which we stand we'll rarely find some faults,
Its Malcolm's dream, hooray we say, and three cheers for the Vaults
They're owned by Malcolm,
And he drives the bestest beer van in the west
Malcolm's now all of fifty, and he doesn't wanna die
He'd rather brew Savernack to put inside PieMinster pies
And make sure the locals in the vaults get beer of great delight
And ensure that women named Emma are kept away each night.
Now Kar she loves him oh so much, and soon then they'll be wed
But strange noises may be heard when they lay in their wedding bed
Is that just Andy moaning? or vaults staff arriving late?
Or grenade like bottles of Dundas, exploding in their crate!
Happy Birthday Malceeee...
And he drives the bestest beer van in the west!
Copyright © The Didds | Year Posted 2017
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