Bevo

I used to own a vicious looking dog who wouldn't bite

I used to know a dangerous looking man who couldn't fight

My brother trained wild animals but they were really tame

And now I've tasted of a drink that strikes me just the same

Bevo, oh, oh, oh, Bevo

You're the grandest imitation that we know

You're the only drink that a soldier can pick

You taste like lager but you haven't got the kick, oh!

Bevo, oh, oh, oh, Bevo

Tho' you haven't got a punch up your sleeve-o

All the soldiers insist

That a Christian Scientist

Could easily come staggering home on Bevo