Let the Rest of the World Go By
PARODY By JESSE W. JAMES
Is this land we hold dear
Filled with cranks and near beer
Really worth while do you suppose?
I’ve been wishing today
I could hear some one say
Come down where the Bud-weiser flows
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With co-cola cheer, bevo and near beer
I’d like to leave’em all behind
And go and find
Some real old style to
Make you smile
That would hold you for a while
And bring perfect peace
Where joy never cease
In this land where we’re all so dry
Give us real large beer
And let the rest of the drink go by
Is it our future lot
To drink soda pop
And bar real beer out-side
While malt and real hops
Across the great divide
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With mexicanna hot ginger ale and soda pop
I’d like to leave’em all behind
And go and find
A real live bunch and a
Big Dutch lunch
With Anheuser Busch
That had a punch
That kind of a feast
Would bring perfect peace
And nobody would be dry
We’d sing Baby Mine
And drink another stein
And let the rest of the world go by