We Will Party Like Theres No Tomorrow

While all in Munich ready for the festival, Ecstatic was the atmosphere surrounding the town. Wanderers from around the globe shall appear, Italians will come in their droves to be here, Lucky the Germans that live in the mountains, Lost in the spirit that runs through their veins. Potential youngsters that have reached the age, All keen to partake in the ritual theme, Relish we shall on the arrival of all, Time will stand still for the time of your life, Yielding a stein in each hand as we go. Lips glued to glasses in sweet melody, It's time now to party in Munich of course, Kinsmen or not all are made welcome, Each fellow slapping his hand on his knee. Travelers come from as far as Australia, Here they all come for their fill of beer, Essentially all here for one thing in mind, Reminded by memories from last time around, Either you join in or get left behind, Skulling competitions upon every table. Netherlands on one side, Austria the other, Old and young shall join in as one. Tonight is the night of this marvelous event, Oodles of beer will be flowing so freely, Man and woman alike shall be drunk all night, Or at least have a good time trying, Relying on our might to pull us all through, Religion is here in the shape of a beer, Opinions aside, there's just one thing in mind, and We will party like there's no tomorrow.