Beer and Loathing - The Real McKenzies

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 on by hand

Some rhubarb for Bob and Sam

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, that you wear

Up there, on hour hair

It’s underwear (Cosmos is exploding)

Underwear