To: "The Beer Barrel Polka"
When Stashu's saxaphone begins to blare,
You can tell he pumps a lot of air;
He tends to fly around the ballroom;
That's why we've tied him to his chair.
So if you'd like to join me in a beer,
We could meet above the chadelier,
And suck some Schlitz from plastic bottles
And sing: Hurray, the gang's all here!
Turn off the G-force,
We wanna dance in mid-air!
No other recourse;
Cling to the floor if you dare!
But let us warn you:
A foot in the face is no crime--
They say all is fair in love, war, sex
And two-fourths time!