Beer Poem

Tune: Poem
From: John "Dr Dirty" Valby

The Ice House was rockin
Cuz the Shlitz were all there
Guys were poppin Silver Bullets
There were Busch in the air

While Labatt's blew a Canadian
Gennie Creamed up her twat
Gave Southern Comfort to Samuel Adams
While Molson licked her Golden spot

Pabst put up a Blue Ribbon
And said we'll have a competition
To see which lady's Honey Brown
Is truly fuckin bitchin

Killian read the results
Miss Miller won, we laughed
But when she speard her legs
We all felt the Genuine Draft

The orgy that flollowed was a real Wild Turkey
I was Smirnoff'in off the juice from my little beef jerky
Johnny Walker blacked out and woke up to find
Pete's Wicked Moosehead shoved up in his behind

Folsters had a Spanish bitch
But when he went to eata
He found her way to salty
Her name was Margarita

St Paulie's Girl was on the floor
Her snatch filled to the brim
Bud yelled out if her twat can't hold it
I bet her Heineken

And next her lay Old Milwaukee
His face down is some piss
Gurglin' like a pig
It just don't get any better than this

So when you want a little widemouth
And your tap needs some head
Have Amstel Light the sign that hangs over my bed
Liquor in the front, poker in the rear
Suck my fuckin' dick bitch, and spit it in my beer

Keywords: poem, beer, sex