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Our lager,
Which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk,
(I will be drunk),
At home as in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the beer, The bitter and The lager.
Forever and ever,
Barmen
Heres to the breezes, that blows through the treezes
That lifts girls skirts, above their kneezes
That reveals the spot, that teases, pleases and spreads diesezes
Oh Jeasezes,...
I want some of that snatch,
three
two
one
DOWN THE HATCH!
Boys,...heres to honor,
here's to getting honor
here's to staying honor,
and boys, if you can't cum in her
cum honor!
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