Sip, the Magic Lager

by Richard Cairo

SIP, the magic lager, lived at the bar
And poured out of a big brass tap shaped just like a star
Little Bobby Boozer loved that rascal Sip
And brought him nuts and pretzel sticks, boy, he was no gyp, oh

Sip, the magic lager, lived at the bar
And tasted like a summer breeze that smelled like a new car
Sip, the magic lager, lived by the bar
And tasted like a summer breeze that smelled like a new car.

Together they would drive on the LIE
Sip would keep a lookout perched on Bobby's bended knee
Highway cops and housewives would curse whene'er they came
SUVs would honk their horns when Bob veered out his lane, oh!

Sip, the magic lager, lived at the bar
And tasted like a summer breeze that smelled like a new car
Sip, the magic lager, lived by the bar
And tasted like a summer breeze that smelled like a new car.

A lager lives forever, but not so playful drunks
Amber ales and sweet lambics make way for stomach pumps
One wet night it happened, Bobby Boozer came no more
And Sip that mighty lager, he ceased his ceaseless pour.

His foam was flat with sorrow, his aftertaste was stale
Sip no longer wanted to flow out with the other ales
But a new drunk's voice was heard then asking after Sip
And Sip that mighty lager filled his glass up to the lip, oh!

Sip, the magic lager, lived at the bar
And tasted like a summer breeze that smelled like a new car
Sip, the magic lager, lived by the bar
And tasted like a summer breeze that smelled like a new car.

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