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It is the end of the week and your stomach is very upset, because it is short of something, sherry, whiskey, lager or port.
But for this evening you have plans ahead,
And you can hardly wait to see all those pints.
Then you are finally in the pub with your mates, the evening is still young
with many drinks ahead of you,
/>but a poorly trained friend will be hated after a pint.
I say take a good look at how King Pinteman does that.
Because King Pinteman's policy is a regime that could hardly be tighter.
This leader controls our fate.
The pinteman......our God!!
You are already starting to notice that the pilsners are working well, your mind wants even more,
/>you order a cold gentleman.
But after a few hours the condition becomes very critical.
It deteriorates with every form of motor activity, you hang at the bar
your wooden your comrade, but you mumble in a language that the bartender does not understand.
Then you think of those times when you were able to learn how that drunken pintman can sublimely order a pint.
The policy of King Pinteman is a regime that could hardly be tighter.
This leader marks our fate.
The Pinteman......our God
Because King Pinteman's policy is a regime that can almost can't be any tighter.
The king really doesn't care
Drink your soda: salt it up!