Poxy Boggards - Bring Us More Beer lyrics

There is no stronger tie Between man and nature Than the one that resides In a keg of good beer. Oh, the barley and rye or hops Noble in stature, Our thoughts are divided Over which is most dear. Chorus Be they lambics or lagers Or bitters or bocks Or pilsners or porters Or mead sweet and clear. Whether stouts or old weizens Or ales brown or pale, It's the same to our tankards, Just bring us more beer. For men of great strength There is no match for stouts. Grew Samson his hair And gave Atlas his might. Even great Hercules, Through twelve trials triumphant, Found time in his journeys To toss back a pint. Chorus After nights of long study I did ascertain That the thinking man's drinking Fine lambics from Spain. Aristotle himself Took a bottle from the shelf. To Socrates', Hippocrates' And Plato's great brains! Chorus The lover's elixir Is mead sweet as honey. Just one little bottle Brings pa**ion that grows. A goblet of silver Filled thrice on the hour Induces sweet slumber So she can't say "No." Chorus The bock is renowned As a drink of good fortune. It brings luck in games Of sk** and of chance. With dice and a firkin The intrepid gambler Comes home with a barrel, But no shirt or pants. Be they lambics or lagers Or bitters or bocks Or pilsners or porters Or mead sweet and clear. Whether stouts or old weizens Or ales brown or pale, It's the same to our tankards Just bring us more lambics or lagers Or bitters or bocks Or pilsners or porters Or mead sweet and clear. Whether stouts or old weizens Or ales brown or pale, It's the same to our tankards, Just bring us more beer.