Our beer
Which art in bottles
Hallowed by thy sport
Thy will be drunk I will be drunk
At home as it is in the pub
Give us each day our daily schooners
And forgive us our spillage
As we forgive those who spillest against us
And lead us not into the practice of wine tasting
And deliver us from Tequila
For mine is the bitter
The talent and the foam
Forever and ever
Bar men.
