Possibly the best beer money could buy,
until you taste it, you will never know,
kiss all other beers goodbye, you won't stop
even if you want to, you'll start to cry,
in your hand the last can after you drank
not just six but a whole case, don't go slow
as tomorrow you'll be passed out, a cop
caught you drinking in public, behind bars
as you wish the cops, "Sweet Dreams," the drunk tank
not only stinks of soiled trousers, your pants
befit a homeless beggar, did your friends
eventually leave as you chose to dance,
entertaining everyone as time bends,
room revolving, you singing "Life on Mars"?
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