The Beer Poem Lyrics

The Icehouse was rockin,
Cuz the Shlits' were all there;
Guy's were popping silver bullets,
There was Busch in the air.
While Labatt's blew a Canadian,
Jenny creamed up her t***;
Gave Southern Comfort to Samuel Adams,
While Molsen licked her Golden spot.

Pabst put up a Blue Ribbon and said we'll have a competition,
To see which lady's Honey Brown is truly f****** b******;
Killian's read the results, Ms. Miller won, we laughed,
But when she spread her legs we all felt the Genuine Draft.

The orgy that followed was a real Wild Turkey,
I was spurned off the juice from my little Beef Jerky;
Johnny Walker blacked out and woke up to find,
Pete's Wicked Moosehead shoved up in his behind.
Foster's had a Spanish b****,
but when he went to eat her;
he found her way too salty,
her name was Margarita.

St. Paulie's girl was on the floor,
Her s***** filled to the brim;
Bud yelled out, "if her t*** can't hold it,
I bet her hiney can."
And next to her laid Old Milwaukee,
His face down in some p***;
Gurgling like a pig,
It just doesn't get any better than this.

So when you want a little wide mouth,
Or your brew'th needs some head;
Have an Amstel Light the sign,
That hangs above my bed.

Lick her in the front,
Poke her in the rear;
Suck my f****** d*** b****,
And spit it in my beer.