Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall Ninety-nine bottles of beer Fifty cans in the trunk, in the van With the brand new drums and the gear Tommorrow's just another dram Today is just a tear Until I blow this popcorn stand I'll spend my days right here Roll them blues away boys Roll them blues away Roll them blues away, boys Roll them blues away I don't got no telephone And I got no words to hear But I got Jack for Peter And Four Roses for Pierre Mischa had a kiss for me She made it oh so clear But when she saw me turn away It vanished in the air Roll them blues away boys Roll them blues away Roll them blues away, boys Roll them blues away Mischa what a geisha And me oh what a drunk There's just a dozen 1664's Left in the trunk If I had a shotgun I would point it at the moon And if I had a dollar I would go to the saloon Roll them blues away boys Roll them blues away Roll them blues away, boys Roll them blues away