Our Lager
Which art in barrels
Hallowed be thy drink
Thou wilt be drunk
I will be drunk
At home as in the tavern
Give us this day our foamy head
And forgive us our spillages
As we forgive those who spill beer against us
And lead us not into incarceration
But deliver us from hangovers
For thine is the Beer, the Bitter and the Lager
For ever and ever
Barmen


Swing Low
Hand gestures are required, but they can't be reproduced here.
Swing low, sweet chariot (huh!)
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot (huh!)
Coming for to carry me home
I looked over Jordan
And what did I see (huh!)
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels
Coming after me
Coming for to carry me home
If you get there before I do (huh!)
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends
I'm coming too (huh!)
Coming for to carry me home
Repeat with humming, Scooby Doo, double-time with tongues out


May the Hash go in peace, may the Hash get a piece.