BOONVILLE WOMEN
(Honky-Tonk Women - Jagger/Richards)

I met a beer-soaked, bar-room babe in Boonville,
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
She took me in the back door of the Buckhorn
Now I just can't seem to drink her off my mind.
It's the Boon Boonville women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the Boonville blues.
I laid a divorcee in Boonville City,
I had to put up some hella kind of a fight.
The lady covered me all in Boont Amber,
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.
It's the Boon Boonville women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the Boonville blues.
(Yeah!) It's the Boonville women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the Boonville blues.
It's the Boonville women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the Boonville blues.

BORN TO BREW BEER (Key: E)
(Bad To The Bone - George Thorogood)

On the day I was born
My daddy died
But before he died
He took me aside
Said son you're special
Now listen here
You were born for one thing boy
You were born to brew beer
Born to brew beer
Born to brew beer
B-B-B-B-beer
B-B-B-B-beer
Born to brew beer
It's got to be all grain, boy
No substitute
There's only one way, boy
Reinheitsgebot
Get you a kettle
Mash tun too
Sparge them grains, boy
Till it look like goo
Born to brew beer
Born to brew beer
B-B-B-B-beer
B-B-B-B-beer
Born to brew beer
Take care of your yeast boy
They gotta be great
Just like you, boy
Gotta flocculate
Get them fermentors chuggin’
Rack ‘em till they’re clear
Keg ‘em while they’re fresh, boy
You’re born to brew beer
Born to brew beer
B-B-B-B-beer
B-B-B-B-beer
Born to brew beer.

BREW RIGHT FOR THE BLIND (Key: Am)
(Eyesight for the Blind - Sonny Boy Williamson)

You talk about your brewin'
I wish you could taste mine
You talk about your brewin'
I wish you could taste mine.
Just one taste of my sweet Porter
Brings eyesight to the blind
My Daddy gave me magic
My stout will make you rock
My Daddy gave me magic
My stout will make you rock
One taste of that black brew babe
The dumb begin to talk
Beer's got the power to heal you
Never fear
Beer's got the power to heal you
Never fear
Just listen to the suds, babe
And the deaf can hear

Repeat first verse

BREWIN' FOR A LIVIN' (Key: A)
(Workin' for a livin' - Huey Lewis)

Monday's last forever
And Sundays pass on by
I'll be working here forever
At least until I die
I'll be damned if I do
And damned if I don't
I'm 'sposed to get a raise next week
You know damn well I won't

I'm brewin' for a livin'
Brewing for a livin'
Brewing for a livin'
Living to be brewin'

I'm takin' what they're givin'
'Cause I'm brewin' for a livin'
Hey I'm not complainin'
'Cause I really need the work
Hittin' up my buddies
Got me feeling like a jerk
Hundred dollar car note
Two hundred rent
I get a check on Friday
But it's already spent

I'm brewin' for a livin'
Brewing for a livin'
Brewing for a livin'
Living to be brewin'

I'm takin' what they're givin'
'Cause I'm brewin' for a livin'
Oh, oh, brewing for a livin'
Oh, oh, livin' to be brewin'
Oh, oh, brewing for a livin'
Oh, oh, oh.......

Break

Busboy, bartender
Lady of the night
Grease monkey, ex junkey
Winners of the fight
Walkin' on the street
It's really all the same
Rollin' boil, sell your soul
Any other game

I'm brewin' for a livin'
Brewing for a livin'
Brewing for a livin'
Living to be brewin'

I'm takin' what they're givin'
'Cause I'm brewin' for a livin'
Brewing for a livin'
Living to be brewin'
I'm takin' what they're givin'
'Cause I'm brewin' for a livin'
Brewing for a livin'
Living to be brewin'

COVER OF THE CELEBRA-TOR
(With apologies to Dr.Chinook, er, Hook)

Well we're big beer singers
and we're big beer drinkers
and we're loved everywhere we go,
we sing of what's tasty and we sing of what's hazy
at ten or so pints a show;
we drink all kind of pils
to give us all kind of thrills,
but the thrill that we most adore,
is the thrill that'll get you
when you get your picture
on the cover of the Celabra-Tor

CHORUS
Celabra-Tor, wanna see my picture
gonna buy five copies for my mother
wanna see my smilin' face
on the cover of the Celabra-Tor

I got a freaky ol lady
name o' Brewster Katy
who brews a mean stout indeed,
I got my poor old Arrogant Bastard,
brewin' all the beer I need
Now it's all designed
to blow our minds
for ever and evermore,
like the blow that'll get you
when you get your picture
on the cover of the Celabra-Tor

CHORUS

We got a whole lot of
beer bellied, middleaged groupies
who'll do anything we say,
we got a genuine Belgian guru,
who's teachin' us the Lambic way,
we got all the friends
that beer can buy,
and full refrigerator,
and we keep pourin' pitchers
but we can't get our picture
on the cover of the Celabra-Tor.

EVERY GIRL'S CRAZY 'BOUT A HOMEBREW DUDE
(Sharp Dressed Man - ZZ Top)

Mash tun, spent grain
He's got a brewhouse that is quite insane
Carboys, stacked high
He's brewin' suds that make the little girls sigh
Watch what you say now, don't be rude
'Cause every girl's crazy 'bout a Home Brew Dude

Beer Shirt, Loose pants
Don't even think about asking him to dance
He makes beer's so great
He can get the dead to flocculate
Infected beer once got him sued,
But every girl's crazy 'bout a Home Brew Dude

Repeat first chorus

GOIN' TO SAN FRANCISCO (Key: E)
(sung to Kansas City)

Goin' to San Francisco
Frisco town here I come
Goin' to San Francisco
Frisco Town here I come
They got a lot of Micro beer there
And I'm goin' to get me some
I'll be standing on the corner
Toronado pub
I'll be standing on the corner
Toronado pub
I'm gonna see my buddy David there
Drink his beer, eat his grub
Well, I might take a plane
I might take a BART train
But if I have to walk
I'm going there just the same
Goin' to San Francisco
Frisco here I come
They got a lot of great beers there
And I'm goin' to get me some

Break

Well, I might get a porter
I might get a stout
If I don't get service, child
You know I'm goin' to shout
Goin' to San Francisco
Frisco town here I come
Goin' to San Francisco
Frisco Town here I come
Well I might go to Magnolia
Beach Chalet too!
Hanging out at 21 A
That's all I wanna do
Goin' to San Francisco
Frisco town here I come
Goin' to San Francisco
Frisco Town here I come.

HOMEBREW HAND JIVE (Key: A)
(Willie and the Hand Jive)

I know a cat named Homebrew Charlie
He makes great beer with hops and barley
When it comes to brewin' he's the one
Got a copper plated kettle and an ole' mash tun

Homebrew
Homebrew
Homebrew

Brewin' that crazy homebrew
Mama Mama look at sister Flo
She's spargin' them grains with Uncle Joe
Coolin' the wort with a copper coil
They're cookin up some more at a rolling boil

Homebrew
Homebrew
Homebrew

Brewin' that crazy homebrew
Doctor and a Lawyer and a Indian Chief
Makin' that homebrew without relief
Ran out of barley and they had to stop
Gotta bunch more at the homebrew shop

Homebrew
Homebrew
Homebrew

Brewin' that crazy homebrew.


HOP THIS TOWN
(Rock This Town - Stray Cats)

Well, me and my baby went out last saturday night
Looking for a beer that had some serious "bite"
Tasted Cascades here
Willamette's there
Drank 90 IBU's on a dare
We're gonna hop this town, hop it all night long
Found a little place that really didn't look half bad
I want a Pilsner and porter and a change of quarter for the juke box
Well, I ask for a porter please, if you will
But all they had was corn-brew swill
Well come on pretty baby let's get out of here right away

CHORUS
We're gonna hop this town
Hop it all night long
We're gonna hop this town
Sing our own brew song
We're gonna hop, hop, hop all day
Gonna Hop your pale and your IPA
Gonna hop this town
Hoppin' in the USA

Well, we're having a ball just hangin' at the ale house too
There's a real square cat he looks from 1982
He had a green beer bottle and a clear one too
He just don't know what hops can do
We're gonna hop this town
Gonna hop the place apart

Repeat chorus

HOUSE OF THE FALLING ROCK
(House of the Rising Sun)

There is a pub in LoDo
They call the Falling Rock
It's been the salvation
Of many a beer scribe
From cask to dopplebock
My mother was a brewster,
She scrubbed that mash tun clean
My father was a beerwritin' man
Down in New Orleans
The only thing a beerwriter needs
Is a notebook and a glass
The only times they're satisfied
When they're drunk right on their...
bottoms

(Instrumental Break)

Beer writers, tell your readers
That when they're are on this block
To spend their nights in beery revelry
At the House of the Falling Rock

OVERSERVED BLUES
(slow blues in E)

Woke up this morning
Went right back to bed
Woke up again
I had a pain right in my head
' Cause I got drunk last night
Let's just say I was over served
Yes, I got drunk last night pretty baby
I guess I got what I deserved
Drank beer for breakfast
A bottle of wine for lunch
A Jose Cuervo dinner
Now my head sure hurts a bunch
'Cause I got drunk last night
Oh baby, I know I was over served
Yes, I got drunk last night pretty mama
I guess I got what I deserved
I never drink and drive, girl
Cause I might spill a drop
You love to see me comin'
'Cause the party just don't stop
And I got drunk last night
Let's just say I was over served
Yes, I got drunk last night pretty mama
I think I got, I think I got
I KNOW I got what I deserved.

PROPANE

When you're cookin' your mash
You'll never crash with propane
When your boilin' your wort
Out in the dirt, Use propane
It's a gas
It's a gas
It's a gas
Propane
When you want to camp out
You know you gotta camp out
with propane
When you're brewin' your beer
You'll brew for a year
On propane
It's a gas
It's a gas
It's a gas
Propane.

ROCKY MOUNTAIN BEER
(Joe Walsh)

Spent the last year, Rocky Mountain way
Couldn't get much higher
Kickin' back there, drinkin' up the beer
Don't call me a liar
And we don't need the ladies cryin' cause the beer is bad
'Cause the Rocky Mountain beer is
Better than the beer we had
Well, we're drinkin' up this and we're drinkin' up that
Changin' it every day, bad stuff in the sewer
Mash tun is loaded and Casey's at bat,
Playin' it play by play,
Time to change the brewer

Chorus

Well, we're drinkin' up this and we're drinkin' up that
Changin' it every day, time to change the batter
Mash tun is loaded and Casey's at bat,
Playin' it play by play,
Time to drain you bladder.

SUMMERTIME BREWS (Key: E)
(Blue Cheer)

Well I'm a gonna raise fuss
I'm a gonna raise a holler
About why these people drink
Industrial lager
I wrote my Congressman
And he said Quote:
"The National Beer Wholesalers
Got my vote"
No time to wonder
What I'm a gonna do
There ain't no cure
For the Summer Time Brews.
I'm gonna take three weeks
I'm gonna visit every brewery
I'll hit every tasting room
I'll take the big tourie
I'll sample all the ales
And all the lagers too
"I really like your place
can I have another brew?"
No time to wonder
what I'm a gonna do
There ain't no cure
for the Summer Time Brews.

Repeat first verse and out

TAKE ME TO THE BREWPUB
(Talking Heads)

Don't know why, I love beer like I do
Order one, I wind up with two
Love the lagers, long as they're true
Needing a beer, what I'm going through
Take me to the Brewpub
Rock me in the mash tun
Wash me in the hopback
Drink me when I'm all done
Don't know why, light beer tastes so bad
Think of all the good beer you could have had
Beer is an ocean I can't forget
Not even one beer, I would regret
Take me to the Brewpub
Rock me in the mash tun
Wash me in the hopback
Drink me when I'm all done
Glug beer, squeeze beer,
Love beer, tease beer
Till I can't, till I can't, till I can't take no more
Take me to the Brewpub

Repeat

THIS BREW'S FOR YOU (Key: Am)
(This Note's for You - Neil Young)

I ain't drinkin' no Miller
I ain't drinkin' no Coor's
I don't drink Budweiser
That stuff belongs in the sewers
This Beer's for you
I don't drink rice beverage
It has way too much suds
You know I don't drink nothin'
From a dog named Spuds
This beer's for you
Don't use no lemons
Don't squeeze no lime juice
Don't use salt shakers
This Beer's for you
I like micro-brewed lagers
I like those fresh kegged pales
I like them Stouts and Porters
Give me a cask of real ale

CHORUS
I got the Real Thing
I got the Real Thing, baby
This beer's for you
This beer, this beer, this beer
This beer's for you.

WHO DO YOU LOVE
(George Thorogood)

I got a brewhouse made out of barbwire
I got a cobra snake for brew belt
I got brewery out on the road side that's
made out of rattlesnake hide
Got a big mash tun with a chimney on top
That's a-made out of a human skull
come on have a beer with me baby
And tell me who do you love?
Who do you love?
I said, Who do you love?
I've got a tombstone grist and a graveyard mind
I'm just sixty-three and I don't mind dying
Who do you love?
I said, Who do you love?
Now Arlene took a-me by my hand,
she said "Lonesome Tom you don't understand,
who do you love?"
The beer were dark and the sky were blue,
down the alleyway a brew wagon flew
Hit a bump and somebody screamed,
you should've heard what I'd seen
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Yeah, I've got a tombstone hand in a graveyard mine,
just sixty-three baby I don't mind dying
Snake skin brew boots put 'em on your feet,
got the brew-time music and the Bo Diddley beat
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Repeat first verse and out

   
 

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