Beer, Beer, Beer A long time ago, way back in history, When all there was to drink was nothin' but cups of tea. Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops. CHORUS: He must have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king! And to his praises we shall always sing! Look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer, beer, beer! Tiddly beer, beer, beer! The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall, as well. One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell. So, all ye lads n' lasses, at eleven o'clock ye stop! For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops, 1...2...3...4...5! CHORUS A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick. The kind of lubrication to make your engine tick. 40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. It's only eight pence a penny, and one and six in tax. 1...2...3...4...5! CHORUS The Lord bless Charlie Mops!