welcome to the drunkards ball
thousands of beers buried in ice
the barbecue grill looks thirsty
pour some brew on the sweet sausage
if you listen very closely
the sausage sings Volare
the chicken is dead and smothered
in honey mustard marry in ade
slice some veggies from the garden
and make us a fresh green salad
dance the dance of tumbleweeds
break out the expresso
gotta stay up to drink some more
beer beer beer
tomorrow we work for others
today we party for us
today we party for evermore
by ritt