Whenever your alone, or just down on your luck
Beer is always there to pick you right up
But you have no money, well you dont say
well a caseload is only just a theft away

Beer is a friend who never leaves nor despairs
a lover who sleeps inside you plenty of nights a year
a comarate who always is up for a pint
a buddy who sleeps in your fridge every night

What's that you say? Theres a theif in the kitchen
Leave him be and pass me a Heinickhen
He's stealing our food, oh leave him be
Beer is what really means something to me

How many beers are left in the fridge?

What??! He took that to?!

Well we must go and might we a hand lend
to the underatted alcoholic beverage, and the forgotten friend
the drink of kings and little street sweepers
sooner or later, they succumb to the reaper
reaping his barley in fields of yellow
making us lager today, and guiness tomorrow.