307 Ale

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There's many drinks you'll drink, 
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me lads, on every world that's new.
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There's Saurian Brandy, Cranapple 
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Schnapps, and a good old Tullamore 
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Don't.
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There's Busch and Beck and Bud and
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 Bock and others dark and pale,
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But I think you'll find the finest 
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kind is Three-Oh-Seven Ale.

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Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads, 
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Three-Oh-Seven Ale,
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The finest drink that any bar has 
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ever had for sale,
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It'll lay your whole damn world to 
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waste, it'll make you fit and hale,
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There's nothing that you'll ever 
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taste like Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me 
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lads,
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Three-Oh-Seven Ale.

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It started out at M.I.T. one lazy
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 summer day,
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When a couple of the frat-boy 
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techies started in to play,
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They'd caught up on their schedule
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 with a couple hours to kill,
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So they fitted up the cyclotron 
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and made themselves a still.

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Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads, 
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Three-Oh-Seven Ale,
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The finest drink that any bar has 
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ever had for sale,
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It'll lay your whole damn world to 
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waste, it'll make you fit and hale,
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There's nothing that you'll ever 
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taste like Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me 
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lads,
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Three-Oh-Seven Ale.

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They added choice ingredients to 
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brew a little brew,
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But they didn't know the wires 
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were crossed in Chamber Number Two.
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A tiny bit of space got folded, 
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things were looking queer --
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They turned the spout and then 
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came out the world's first 
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Hyper-Beer.

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Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads, 
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Three-Oh-Seven Ale,
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The finest drink that any bar has 
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ever had for sale,
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It'll lay your whole damn world to 
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waste, it'll make you fit and hale,
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There's nothing that you'll ever 
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taste like Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me 
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lads,
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Three-Oh-Seven Ale.

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It bubbled and it burbled and it 
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glowed a fizzly green,
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And what it did to test equipment,
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 frankly, was obscene.
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It took awhile to find a vial it 
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wouldn't burst to flame,
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Then they measured out its 
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potency, and that's how it was 
named.

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There's many drinks you'll drink, 
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me lads, but this one beats them 
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all:
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One hundred fifty-three and 
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one-half percent alcohol,
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A beer, brewed in a tesseract, 
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that'll shoot you through the roof 
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And if you don't believe me, I've 
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got lots and lots of proof.

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Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads, 
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Three-Oh-Seven Ale,
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The finest drink that any bar has 
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ever had for sale,
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It'll lay your whole damn world to 
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waste, it'll make you fit and hale,
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It sticks to your mouth like library
 paste,
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With a stronger kick than toxic 
waste,
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There's nothing that you'll ever 
taste
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Like Three-Oh-Seven Ale!