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~ by AMan 
Crawling through the Local Pubs, thoughts of lagers chillin’Bar maid had just come over, she had five beers and a Heineken Beer mats were wet which told us, her jugs were really brimming Pissed so hard me shoes were wet, then I knew I could be swimming I heard flatulence, crapulence and other disease I saw Brahms and Liszt, pink elephants and DT’s Bladder hurt like a zepellin, my brain didn’t care I still had some room for a few more tins in there And all the beer-bellied people, And all the bullshitting people And all the budwieser people, and all the beer wretching people I never thought I would see so many people The Golden Beers went to me head, they should have chilled them If the Guiness had not turned off, good thing, I could have spilled ‘em A sailor with a tattoo of mom, fell from his chair and keels over from a heart attack Up chucked came some pieces of beast, and the beer followed as a result of that I wondered if I had ever seen you sober, stinking shakes cold and gone Yuengling and Carling, all of them mine, can’t think of words to fit this song Beer was cold, me jug drained, so I felt like another I thought of Bud, but I didn’t want to go back there The taste, the waste, the way that you froth I miss you, you’re beautiful, I want you to waltz We’ve got five beers, suck up a few We’ve got five beers, show me the loo We’ve got five beers, I’ll have the lot! We’ve got five beers, is that all you've got? We’ve got five beers, we fucked up a few We’ve got five beers, puked on my shoes We’ve got five beers, give me the lot We’ve got five beers, is that all you've got?  brought to you by AMan ||| The Last of The Creamer ||| The Buggah of Suburbia ||| The Mole Cricket ||| When You're A Ho ||| ||| The Dirty Socks Are Going To Smell ||| Dirty Laundry, Dryer Sheets ||| ||| 5 Beers (by Mist) ||| Back ||| |