(Sung to the tune of Let It Snow)
Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the beer inside’s delightful,
And since we’ve no place to go,
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow.
Oh we show no signs of stopping,
And now we’re really hopping,
And the lights are turned way down low,
Let if flow, let it flow, let it flow.
When you finally drink it dry,
How we hate going back to the store,
Maybe we’ll all get high,
And fall asleep on the floor.
Oh the party is slowly dying,
And our friends have all stopped buying,
Now my bladder really wants to know,
Where to go, where to go, where to go.