Move over, C.R.E.A.M.…
I grew up on the best side, the Inner West side,
Drinkin’ B-Sides, well I tried
To find second cans, but them Young Henrys fans,
Would drink ‘em dry like drought-hit dams.
This East Coast, the brewers like to boast, is dosed:
juicy hops, lager yeast, and higher booze than most.
Now let’s start with the sweet fruits, flashy like new suits,
With big boots, stompin’ out breakfast juice.
But then it ends with pine, finish fine, and goes to dry,
I’ll be finished this in no time…
Young Henrys respect that, they sell in a four-pack,
But chk-pow! Drink from a glass now.
Beer Rules Everything Around Me,
Get the tinnie…
Hoppy hoppy beer, y’all.
Published February 14, 2021 2021-02-14 00:00:00