Brethren, brethren, the time is here,
The time to "get down" and drink some beer.
Here, here. Here, here.
Ho ho! Hey hey. What a day!
Kegs of beer on a Saturday.
Ho ho! He he! Look at me.
I'm such a dude, yeah really.
I'm such a stud.
YOU PUD! YOU PUD!
Brethren, brethren, gather round,
Let's blow this place and paint the town.
Let's swagger down the busy streets,
And heave our guts out at our feet.
How neat. How neat. How neat.
To heave our guts out at our feet.
Let's crank Skid Row from dusk to dawn
And take a piss out on the lawn.
We'll yell and scream and have a blast,
THE COPS SHOULD COME AND BUST YOUR ASS!
YOU ALL SHOULD BE SLAIN, SLAIN,
BEFORE YOU DRIVE ME INSANE, INSANE, INSANE!
JUST DIE, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!
AND ON YOUR CORPSES I WILL PISS!
Brethren, brethren, let's hie to the bars,
To search for hordes of drunken whores.
We'll take 'em home and bang away,
And throw them out the following day.
How merry and gay, the American way,
To play, to play, to play.
Brethren, brethren, we are God's chosen.
CHOSEN TO PERISH IN A HAZE OF REEKING VOMIT!
FOR I HAVE COME, TO PUNISH YOUR SINS.
L E T T H E B E A T I N G S N O W B E G I N !
George Chadderdon © 1991