Posted on 06/02/2022 5:02:45 PM PDT by fatima
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Much higher than I deserve for the snark!
There's many drinks you'll drink, me lads, on every world that's new.
There's Saurian Brandy, Cranapple Schnapps, and a good old Tullamore Don't.
There's Busch and Beck and Bud and Bock and others dark and pale,
But I think you'll find the finest kind is Three-Oh-Seven Ale.
(chorus) Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads, Three-Oh-Seven Ale,
The finest drink that any bar has ever had for sale,
It'll lay your whole damn world to waste, it'll make you fit and hale,
There's nothing that you'll ever taste like Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads,
Three-Oh-Seven Ale.
It started out at M.I.T. one lazy summer day,
When a couple of the frat-boy techies started in to play,
They'd caught up on their schedule with a couple hours to kill,
So they fitted up the cyclotron and made themselves a still.
(chorus)
They added choice ingredients to brew a little brew,
But they didn't know the wires were crossed in Chamber Number Two.
A tiny bit of space got folded, things were looking queer --
They turned the spout and then came out the world's first Hyper-Beer.
(chorus)
It bubbled and it burbled and it glowed a fizzly green,
And what it did to test equipment, frankly, was obscene.
It took awhile to find a vial it wouldn't burst to flame,
Then they measured out its potency, and that's how it was named.
(slower)
There's many drinks you'll drink, me lads, but this one beats them all:
One hundred fifty-three and one-half percent alcohol,
A beer, brewed in a tesseract, that'll shoot you through the roof --
And if you don't believe me, I've got lots and lots of proof.
(final chorus) Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads, Three-Oh-Seven Ale,
The finest drink that any bar has ever had for sale,
It'll lay your whole damn world to waste, it'll make you fit and hale,
It sticks to your mouth like library paste,
With a stronger kick than toxic waste,
There's nothing that you'll ever taste
Like Three-Oh-Seven Ale!
“Zima for my Horthes” and Witkey for my Bears....
I could not resist...
I dont care who you are but Zima and a Lisp go together... like street poop and San Fran.
John Prine ~ Yes I Guess They Oughta Name a Drink After You
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtuzAOKH_4c
Good evening!
Drink! Drink! Drink! (The Drinking Song)--Mario Lanza (1954)
So many great ones posted already.
Don’t remember anyone posting this.
Sung at some of my relatives’ funerals. Near and dear to my heart. ā¤
“The Parting Glass [Official Face Vocal Band Rendition]” on YouTube
https://youtu.be/2Sql9X4H0VY
The Parting Glass Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Of all the money that e’er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm I’ve ever done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To mem’ry now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all
[Verse 2]
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whateāer befall
And gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
[Verse 3]
Of all the comrades that e’er I had
They’re sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e’er I had
They’d wish me one more day to stay
[Verse 4]
But since it fell unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
[Verse 5]
A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since it has so ought to be
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all
I'd Like to Find the Guy Who Wrote the Stein Song--Johnny Johnson & His Orchestra (1930)
Thanks, Fiji, for the tunes...((HUGS))
Woah, I didnāt mean it and I promise it will never happen again. š
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky.....
Thanks, Michael, for the tunes...((HUGS))
I like Kenny Chesney’s Beer in Mexico.
Thanks, Henchster...((HUGS))
There is no beer in Heaven according to my deceased father.
After he died he came and visited her one morning and laid next to her in bed. She said he was a blue light. The asked if he was alright and he said yes. She asked how was it where he was at and he said” There is no beer”.
He loved his beer.
True Story.
Yasu stole the Kieshka.
Honestly I do not know how to spell his name. It was a man my father was friends with. Slovak.
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