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No. 8 - Song - Mitzi
| Mitzi: | When I was ever so young, My father he said, "Look here! You're a likely lass for serving a glass Of our famous lager beer." So I learn'd to fill up the mugs, And I never would waste a drop, For I found out a way to make the thing pay, Put plenty of froth on top. Oh, a handy young waiting maid Is a capital thing for trade! I bring 'em a glass of beer! Bring 'em a glass of beer! In they come with a rush, you know, Some of the customers worry me so. There they sit and they smoke, While I stand waiting near. When they want a drink, They tip me a wink, And I bring 'em a glass of beer! |
| Now mugs of beer you must know Are troublesome things to sell, For you're got to count the proper amount And to get your tips as well. If a man has only a glass, He pays at the usual rate. But if he's had five, You just look alive, And charge him for six or eight! Oh, there's ever so much to learn When your living you've got to earn! I bring 'em a glass of beer! Bring 'em a glass of beer! They think nothing of three or four — Some of the fellows can swallow a score! They're so forward, you know, They even call me "Dear!" If a chap says "Miss, Will you give me a kiss?" I give him a glass of beer! |
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Page modified 10 December 2016