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I know a tale that very surely must be told
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Hard to believe, but certainly as true as gold
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It's an enigma, an exception in mankind
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Hark to my words and let the story twist your mind
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There was a man who lived in the U.S.
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Quite average he was, I must confess
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Quite decent, fair and settled as they say
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And here the story takes it's course
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(Chorus)
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Fooled by your guts
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They're brewing alcohol
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Fooled like a klutz
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Fooled by your own brewing guts
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Belly-brewed beer
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Who ever heard of that?
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Belly of fear
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Fear of your own belly-beer
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(Verse)
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They found him drunk with 3,70 per mill
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'I do not drink!' he swore to heaven and to hell
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No one believed him until finally one day
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A special doctor luckily would meet his way
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They locked him in a secret hideaway
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And nourished him on diet every day
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Whenever he ate any kind of carbs
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The story sadly took it's course
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(Chorus)
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Fooled by your guts
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They're brewing alcohol
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Fooled like a klutz
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Fooled by your own brewing guts
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Belly-brewed beer
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Who ever heard of that?
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Belly of fear
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Fear of your own belly-beer
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(Verse)
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They found Saccharomyces cerevisiae
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Within his guts one liberating day
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A fungus turning starch to alcohol
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Where can I get that one?
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(Chorus)
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Fooled by your guts
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They're brewing alcohol
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Fooled like a klutz
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Fooled by your own brewing guts
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Belly-brewed beer
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Who ever heard of that?
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Belly of fear
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Fear of your own belly-beer
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Fooled By Your Guts
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| Tankard |
