| Morning, noon and at night
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| temptations I can’t fight
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| hoist pints, imbibe, delight…
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| so sly, that guy, he’s dried… DRY HOPPED! |
| that sly Hopduvel
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| he plys in guise so wise… CANNABIS?!? |
| evil Hopduvel!
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| today mugs raised in praise… HOPPED UP! |
| for the Hopduvel
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| bongs blazed, eyes glazed, way dazed… PROPPED UP! |
| confound the Hopduvel
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| Nick’s brews, a few, your stewed… HOP SUCKED! |
| by the Hopduvel
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| with shrooms, you vroom, mind blooms… DROP OUT! |
| Leary as Hopduvel
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| more trays, mugs raised, your saved! |
| HOPPED UP! |
| by the Hopduvel
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| bowls blazed, eyes hazed, mind phased… PROPPED UP! |
| stonehead Hopduvel
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| Revived for a bout of wicked liquid clouts form lambics, weizens, stouts
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| ein stein in my grip, nectar raised to lips, a joyous sin each sip!
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| malted incantations fortell my vexation, fiendish inebriation
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| some more? |
| of course, we pour… POUR MORE! |
| says the Hopduvel
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| adore and soar, hit the floor! |
| KNOCKED OUT! |
| by the Hopduvel
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| bongs blazed, amazed, half crazed… HOPPED UP! |
| for the Hopduvel
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| four days a haze of praise! |
| HOPPED UP! |
| my God Duvel!!!
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| Get HOPPED UP! |