Tell me in what hidden bar is
Pickwick Ale still served today?
Where is Carling, where is Hamm’s?
Both are gone, I hear you say.
Where is Falstaff—Shakespeare’s brew?
Drunk but in memory I fear.
He whose belly held twelve ounces--
Where are the beers of yesteryear?
Where is Schlitz, where is Blatz?
Where’s Miss Reingold, Subway Queen?
Lost her head, so unlike Piel’s,
She has no foam coiffure to preen.
Who now savors Champagne Velvet
The scorn of decent men must fear,
They who buy Bud by the case.
Where are the beers of yesteryear?
If I spy some Ballantine’s
I buy that ale when’er I can.
A work of art, thought Lichtenstein
In its cool green neon can.
If you’re having more than one
Schaefer’s is the one to have—that’s clear.
Special Export, Old Milwaukee--
Where are the beers of yesteryear?
Never ask a bored barkeep
Where they are gone, that once were here,
Except with this for an afterword—
Where are the beers of yesteryear?


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Comments
One might argue "good riddance to bad rubbish" for some of these.
http://puppetvision.info/2011/09/schultz-and-dooley-utica-club-beer-commercials.html
These days I'll take a Negra Modelo, if you're buying, and anything dark and cheap if you're not ( me, I'm light and cheap)
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Smutty Nose Beer.
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I stopped off to have two.
It's a Rhode Island Beer?
I's sipping one just now.
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Con C. I just passed through Boston. Honest. The football game has everyone driving so goofy.
The beer is a India Pale Ale.
It's the "Funniestkind" too.
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The label has two lawyer.
They just sit a grin all day.
You sure You not a drunk?
Most lawyers jest ain't right.
They act haughty and very`
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Smuttynose. I just said:
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To someone in Rhode Island.
I don't dare turn on any blogs.
She is cute. I hope She no read.
She's married to a nice Marine.
You make me wish for a tea cup.
Tea inebriation is the best brew.
I wish no one could speak words.
We could go sit and sip and giggle.
She is happily wed. That's great too.
If young again - Con C.? No sip gins.
Gin may make You a editor? Lawyer?
You able to gulp beer in PA's banks?
I'd stay away. Magistrates arrest Ya!
I was talking to a woman. She's nice.
I still will never go in PA's Saloons.
Magistrates get Restraining Order.
No go into Waynesboro, PA. bank.
You do? Con C. get Mug beer shot.
I buy You a Yengling ot Papst Beer.
what is for the present is the very beer the yeast.
pbr is my drink , again goosh they ask why.
to get to a intoxicatin eye wise
beyond currentprojecions.
i wax
kinda deepon pbr.
http://www.jfredmacdonald.com/macfilms/vintage%201-25.htm#VINTAGE%2025
WIEDEMANN'S BEER: cartooned cowboy wants a beer for his horse, too―Mike Nichols and Elaine May ca. 1960
" Barmaid, I need a Wiedemann for my horse"
"You'll have to get that dusty old horse out of here!
" I'm awful sorry Seymour"
"That's all right Hank, I'm driving anyway. "
at least that's the way I remember it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0_QSmxKJ8M&feature=related
And Mel Allen doing his Ballentine thing.
And the Schaefer Beer Coney Island Tuesday night fireworks.
Hmmm Hmmmm.
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that is fer sure.
name is alexis james.
"Smuttynose. I just said:
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To someone in Rhode Island.
I don't dare turn on any blogs.
She is cute. I hope She no read.
She's married to a nice Marine.
You make me wish for a tea cup.
Tea inebriation is the best brew.
the second beer I stole from my friend's dad was a Hamm's and a PBR.
but it was a borrowed six-pack of Schlitz that put us on our buttz.
I never had the opportunity to drink Blatz, but the name always suggested the noise a fat man would make after ingesting a couple six packs of it.
I knew a kid whose father always had a twelve-pack of Hamm's in the fridge. With a double-figure inventory like that, he never missed one.
Remember those small green bottles?
Labote, PA's Beer called Rolling Rock?
You had to drink many and just go pee?
The beer was rumored to be Pony Pee.
You sure You no sip Pony Piss Beer?
Get to DC. I buy You Smutty Nose.
Buy Barack Obama Smuttynose IPA.
Respectfully. Thank You very much.
No sip beer for breakfast. Behave.
I remember those little pony bottles. We used to drink them in the truck when I worked on a grounds crew.
I note that Latrobe PA is close to Three Mile Island. You've been warned.
or is it just a mirror image
strohs shorts