| Was it destiny that one day It was born
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| Drunk creature of the night who haunts us for our brew
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| It was dark, midnight or so, when most had left for home
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| Breath of life, Lohocla lives, the barley entity
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| Now it is alive spawned from the loins of beer
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| Throat parched and on a quest to quench his — die hard thirst
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| All he asks oblige him in giving up your drink
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| It’s okay, don’t shit your pants, he’s tamer than you think
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| Where is he from? |
| Why is he here?
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| Nocturnal boozer on a pursuit of beer
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| So set him free from sobriety-tonight!
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| Inebriate! |
| One of his favorite words
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| Control his state of mind though he has no dime
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| Out of cash and out of stash, he’s coming off his high
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| Time to cruise the local joints to mooch Iiquld food
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| Wading through the bar and wasted off his ass
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| Lohocla’s drunk again yet still he begs for more
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| One day you’ll encounter him
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| You’d better share your beer |