Beer Cold Beer
(Author: Leslye Fish)
Mead is for the Seneschal, scotch is for the knight,
Bourbons for the cannon fodder going out to fight
Burgundy's for cowards, cowering in the hall
But beer cold beer is the master of them all
Sour's friends are too mundane, martinis for the bored
And spearing olives with your dagger tends to irk the hoard
You can keep your sweet liquors they've begun to pall
For beer cold beer is the master of them all
When we went to our last war, the reason that we lost
Was not our foeman's swordsmanship, but tankards clad in frost
They didn't even hit us, they just stood and watched us fall
For beer cold beer had overcome us all
Give me Bud or Miller, give me Schlitz or Pabst
I don't care as long as it's cold, and as long as the keg shall last
Just make sure the stein is large, 'cause I don't like'em small
And beer cold beer is the solace of us all
When I went to Mass last week, the priest was seen to pine
The church had run completely out of sacramental wine
So I broke out my finest brew within that holy hall
And beer cold beer was the savior of us all
When we're all up singing, the words may not be right
But we don't care if we've got them wrong, because we're all quite tight
We'll raise a mighty ruckus within this festive hall
For it's beer cold beer makes minstrels of us all
Beer out of Germany is master of them all!!
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