Lyrics:
down Brewer's Bay
You're only here for seven days
On your family vacation
Lemme see your formation
I met you off deh cruise ship
Now we bout to whine
I'm really from the south talking guy r Brewer to supthin'
Merrick Yeah I was around but I left it to my Buzzing
You get turned to cold cuts we pull up
of the brewer's art
You find yourself alone
Puking into bus stop zones
Heavily medicated second self
Stop and go
With a sense of self control
Discover
like a Brewer
I been sipping that Yerba in Marfa with Martha Stewart
I been flexing Tecovas, and I been flexing them Pumas
Swampatello do judo inside
The brewer's yeast ferments and forgets
All that you did
Meanwhile my motor drinks a quart of oil
That's what keeps her clean and on the road
Here's hoping your
gaffe-rigged sloop with brewer's drooping double-speaking poop deck privateers
Time and tidal waves goodbye, ahoy-hoy the unreal McCoy, by jingo-lingo-bingo boy,
Over 500 years ago
Some Bavarians decided what was apropos
They said that water and barley and hops
Were the only things allowed in the brewer's
you free
The brewer's berth, the slyest smile
A drink to break his beast
He trembles and his life is vile
His prayer is a feast
His days will soon be
and rich harmony laden vocals of Robert Brewer and Karen Holloway Brewer, shine like a heavenly light on "Why Don't We get Married." A catchy and emotionally
she and I used to be
Just like cbigail Brewer Riggley
She used to wake up early every morning
Make a cup of tea and go outside
cnd I would watch her
Nights framed for classics
Hollywood Tourers
Bar hopping brewers
L.A. Party
It's an L.A. Party
L.A. Party
It's an L.A. Party
C'mon
Everybody wants to go
Hence, I dream all night.
The cycle can never die.
And how I marvel at the Brewer’s wisdom.
Who can breed,
Ignite the spark of innocent life?
The Giver’s
auklet
American bittern, brewer's blackbird
Mountain bluebird, brown booby
Indigo bunting, bushtit
Canvasback, northern cardinal
Gray catbird
Tesco deals in cheap six packs
Brewer's rents and government tax
While accountants with their swivel eyes
Hover round the corpse like flies
What's gone
K9s down my throat
Now I'm kinda fucking stumbling
With the homie brewer
And you know that we thuggin
Don't claim I'm a pimp
But these bitches I'm
Jilted
Teresa Brewer
Written by Robert Colby and Dick Manning
Peaked at # 6 in 1954
Jilted, I've been jilted
You've found a new love
And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell
(Chorus)
"Bring along," the brewer said, "bring the cuckoo tree
Bring your lady mother along
Davey moire (vocals)
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
Eddie jobson (keyboards, yodeling)
Max bennet (bass)
Paul humphrey (drums)
Don brewer (bongos)
dreaming now California-cation
Said she had drinks in the coller and I had an inventation
If I wanted I could brewer this is just an indication on
How
stars promptly
I'm more hopped up then a Brewer that's hyper
Sit Indian-style when I'm Yankee on my Tiger
I'm staring at a Phillie with some major
nuts
Louis
that's the same crew as those
Milliwakee brewers
Rocking Wu shoes with Kaoluas
Time for lotti
Bald Gotti here
don't make me throw shots
The vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year
And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back
20 years with the bucks and brewers throw backs
From different brewers
Which is more than you can say
For most brewery-owned pubs
So it says a lot
For the bitter that people choose most
And they are
impress the chicks now
His momma said, "Donovan why are you
On the corner of Linden and Guy R. Brewer"
He said, "Momma listen close I'mma tell you one
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