[The ballad without its “Classical Intro”]
A beer can make a person wise
And make a person witty.
It’s not allowed at school and work,
And that’s a bloody pity.
Though not allowed at school or work,
A beer enhances play.
My doctor recommends I drink
A pint or two a day:
“A pint to welcome morning’s sun,
Another one at noon—
Then, wash your dinner down with beer
To welcome Mother Moon.”
Those were the orders doctor gave.
I swear it on my life.
You’ll listen to the doc, I’m sure,
If you’re a loving wife.
It’s best you didn’t call the doc,
For he’s a busy man.
The only question left for now
Is “Bottle, draught, or can?”
The hours dissolve like foam, my dear,
Like bubbles in a cup.
Relax and have a beer with me
To bring your spirits up.
Recline a moment on the couch.
I’ll pour you out a glass.
I’ll pick a brew that’s fit for you,
That’s sweet but got some sass.
A life is filled with bitter things
But also with delight,
So let us shun the bitter beers
And drink a Belgian White.