The beer man walks through town and drinks beer
He sits on a bench and rests
Then comes a quinna with a cross around his neck
He wants to run away but she holds him
She grabs the beer man's beer
And pours it out on the street
The beer man's beer lmage snorts in frustration
As he stands up
He's the Beer Man
His body is made of beer
Quinnan looks at the Beer Man
Where he stands in all his glory
She now regrets her foolishness
She sees evil in his eye
The beer man takes a step back
To be able to take a bet
He grabs the nail and aims at the eye
And hits with full force
He is the beer man
His body is made of beer

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