Goodbye to the port and brandy
To the vodka and the Stag
To the Smithwick and the Harp-ic
The bottle, draft and keg.
As I sat lookin' up at the Guinness ad
I could never figger out
How yer man stayed up on the surfboard
After fourteen pints of stout.
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