Beer and Loathing
Who put the dirt in charge of the merch
It wasn't Wednesday, fester or lurch
Some rhubarb for Sam and Bob
While I stepped out to audit the church
Beer and loathing
Cosmos is exploding
The audience are sporting a tam
Every stinking Sam
Screened by the band out in the van
Every tam pom was glued by hand
Some rhubarb for Sam and Bob
Target frillies bobbed by a wee tail of lamb
Beer and loathing
Cosmos is exploding
The audience are sporting a tam
Every stinking Sam
Up there (Beer and loathing)
On your hair
It's underwear (Cosmos is exploding)
That you wear
Up there (Beer and loathing)
On your hair
It's underwear (Cosmos is exploding)
Underwear