Beer
It's colored green or brown
Got hops and bubbles
Makes you act like a clown
Sometimes you get into troubles
Looks like pee
It's got a head
Makes you wee
And fall down like your dead
You can't walk straight
When you have this stuff
Come home late
Can't say "enough"
You fall off the stool
They carry you out
You kick like a mule
Then you pout
You stagger home
And go to bed
Your mouth is all foam
Face is red
Morning comes. You can't get up
Please give me java in a cup
Oh, my head's in pain
I'll never, never drink again.

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