Beer, Beer, Beer
Beer, Beer, Beer, tiddle-lee, Beer, Beer, Beer
A long time ago, way back in history,
When all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.
When along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.
He might have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
And look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Our Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented
Beer, Beer, Beer, tiddle-lee Beer, Beer, Beer.
The Fanciest bar, the Purest Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell
so come on all ye lucky lads, eleven O'clock she stops
for five clock seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5
A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
The sort of lubrication to make your engine tick.
For 40 pints a wallop a day will keep away the clacks.
Its only eight pence hapenny a pint, and one and six they tax, 1 2 3 4 5
The Lord bless Charlie Mops!