<>_<>a prayer <>_<>
| THE BEER PRAYER Our Lager Which art in barrels, Hallowed be thy drink, I will be drunk At home as I am in the tavern, Give us this day our foaming head, And forgive us our spillages, As we forgive them who spill against us, And lead us not into alcoholism, But deliver us from hangovers, For thine is the beer, The bitter and the lager, Forever and ever, Barmen STARKLE, STARKLE Starkle, starkle, little twink, Who the hell are you I think. I'm not under what you call, The affluence of Incohol. I'm just a little slort of sheep, I'm not drunk like thinkle peep. I don't know who is me yet, But the drunker I stand here the longer I get. So just give me one more fink to drill my cup, Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up. I have the body of an 18 year old, I keep it in the fridge |
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