The King Of Beer

I found a empty beer bottle

Laying beside the road
Budweiser was very faded I could tell it was very old

Not sure why I saved it

Took it home with me
I decided to clean it up So I rubbed it very carefully

Much to my surprise a beer Genie did arise

In a head of beer and foam
I'll grant you any three wishes But beer must be named in each one

My first wish was for a faucet

In which ice cold bud would flow
A never ending supply of ice cold lager With very little head, no foam

My second wish was for the Budweiser girls

To keep my company
I wasn't too selfish I only asked for three

My third wish was a hard one

For drunk and full of cheer
In a drunken state This wish I made
To become the King of Beers

So now you know my story

I drink beer with glee
Three budweiser women Totally in love with me

So the next time you see a old beer bottle

Laying aside the road
Pick it up an rub it hard I am willing to share my throne