the great homebrew crash of 2020

Twenty-four bottles of beer on the floor,
Twenty-four bottles of beer,
They fell down the stairs,
Now there’s glass everywhere,
Twenty-four bottles of beer on the floor.

Twenty-four bottles of beer on the floor,
Twenty-four bottles of beer,
They broke one and all,
It’s a brown waterfall,
Twenty-four bottles of beer on the floor.

Twenty-four bottles of beer on the floor,
Twenty-four bottles of beer,
It smells like a pub,
Even after a scrub,
Twenty-four bottles of beer on the floor.

Twenty-four bottles of beer on the floor,
Twenty-four bottles of beer,
We’ve cleaned up the mess,
Need a drink? Yes?
Twenty-four bottles of beer on the floor.

Twenty-four bottles of beer on the floor,
Twenty-four bottles of beer,
Is that G and T?
Yes please, one for me.
Twenty-four bottles of beer on the floor.

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3 responses to “the great homebrew crash of 2020

  1. I picked up me banjo and me and Skip sang along (Skip thumped the bass, his singing’s not the best these days). No, we’re not quite up with Banjo Paterson level yet but we’re working at it…..

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