(As sung by Jenna and Barbara Bush)

(instrumental intro)

Drink the most wonderful kind of a beer.
In the bar, rebel-yelling,
There is nobody telling us
"Get out of here."
It's the most wonderful kind of a beer.

Here's the hap-happiest reason of all:
Fellow boozers send greetings
At our party meetings.
We're having a ball.
That's the hap-happiest reason of all.

Drinking parties we're hosting
To fun, we are toasting.
Our parents do not really know.
There'll be lots of tall stories
In bar lavatories
Of Bush business long, long ago.

Drink the most wonderful kind of a beer.
No one knows where we're going.
We're smart for not showing
What we're doing here.
It's the most wonderful kind of a beer.

(instrumental break)

...That's the hap-happiest reason of all.

Drinking parties we're hosting
To fun, we are toasting.
Our parents do not really know.
There'll be lots of tall stories
In bar lavatories
Of Bush business long, long ago.

Drink the most wonderful kind of a beer.
No one knows where we're going.
We're smart for not showing
What we're doing here.
It's the most wonderful kind of a beer.