Monday, September 19, 2005
God Bless Oktoberfest!
Why yes, these mugs are real.
Yes yes, I know you're thinking that I'm being a typical male and thinking of just one thing, but you're wrong. Oktoberfest is one of my favorite events of the year, and one that I've neglected ever since I tied the knot and took on my little brood of kidlings. This year is different. This year I'm hitting the tents!I can't remember a bad Oktoberfest event that I've ever attended. It's a simple thing for simple people like myself. Take some large tents or an old wooden tavern, fill it with German music, German beer, Beer Wenches and Braughts, and you have yourself a great time. Believe it or not the best people to hang out with during these things are are the old ones, otherwise known as the 'Seasoned Citizens.' Seriously, I've seen old dudes do some crazy stuff at these events, and they're much more interesting than watching a bunch of '20 somethings' do a beer bong and slam their heads on tables while vomiting.
So, enough with the small talk. It's drinking time! Grab your woman (or beer wench), grab your beer, and start singing along. Of course this is the only drinking song I can ever remember, and it's quite offensive to the Army, Marines, Navy, as well as to my peeps from San Francisco, but hey... shut up, drink up, and enjoy!
It's Oktoberfest Time Baby!!!
Beer beer beer beer!
Beer beer beer beer!
Drunk last night!
Drunk the night before!
Gonna get drunk tonight,
Like I've never been drunk before!
Cause when I'm drunk I'm as happy as can be!
We're all a part of the Air Force family.
The Air Force family is the best family
That ever came over from old Germany
There's the Highland Air Force
And the Lowland Air Force,
The Amsterdam Air Force
And the other Damn Air Force,
Singing glorious, victorious, Hey!
One keg of beer for the four of us
Singing glory be to God
That there are no more of us
Cause one of us can drink it all alone.
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Navy!
(In the Navy)
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Navy!
(In the Navy)
Cause they're all on ships and boats
Making love to sheep and goats,
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Navy!
(In the Navy)
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Army!
(In the Army)
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Army!
(In the Army)
Cause they're all a bunch of queers,
Sanitation Engineers
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Army!
(In the Army)
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Marine Corps!
(In the Marine Corps)
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Marine Corps!
(In the Marine Corps)
Cause they're all on foreign shores
Making mothers out of whores
Oh there are no fighter pilots in the Marine Corps!
(In the Marine Corps)
Singing glorious, victorious, Hey!
One keg of beer for the four of us
Singing glory be to God
That there are no more of us
Cause one of us can drink it all alone.
posted by El Capitan at 8:39 AM
4 Comments:
Mauser*Girl said...
oO Oo <-- me, rolling my eyes. ^^
I'm German and while I enjoy Oktoberfest for the beer, I could do without the people in awful polyester Dirndls and non-leather Lederhosen, and the awful, awfyl polka music.
El Capitan said...
I agree with you about the non-leather lederhosen. Leather is very important. I have to admit though that I do enjoy the old Polka music every now and then. Yes, it takes a few drinks, but it is enjoyable.
3:10 PM
said...
You don't remember the "Ein, Zwei, G'suffe" song?
8:33 PM Allison said...
Now that I'm officially Army...I have to say that song is terrible. But it made me laugh anyway.
10:21 AM