In two more beers, my sweetheart, we will see another view
such longing for the berverage of perfection
What was once golden has now turned a shade of brown
I've become tipsy in your presence

They say: 'drink up, there's a right way and a wrong way'
This grog won't last for ever, this grog won't last for ever

Two more beers, there's only two more beers
Two more beers, there's only two more beers
Two more beers so hold on

You've cried enough this evening, my beloved cactus freind
Tears to fill a sea to drown your sorrows
To start a new all over, remove those cans from your bag
To start a new all over more intoxicated.

I know, bottleo, this is not the only slab you can tell me.
This grog won't last for ever, this grog won't last for ever

Two more beers...

You don't need to get beers for mates who never asked you
You don't need to get beers

dead beats and bafoons
drag me to you
dead beats and bafoons
to spew in your arms
i've become s--faced since i met you
i've become rats--, this world is killing me

we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles
we try to remember our alibis
we tell lies to our parents we hide in their rooms
we bury our empties in the garden
of course we could never make this slab last
i said of course we could never make this slab last
the only grog we buy is grog for ourselves
we bury our empties in the garden

[Words: Phil]