Ooh, I love to chug, babe,
Down a malty brew.
I go glug, glug, glug, babe;
Then sometimes I spew.
Hoppy, luscious; props up lushes.
And done nothing but chug, babe,
Ale made from wheat.

You're an au contraire girl,
And you say this time:
"When you drink this fare, churl,
It ain't ale you find.
Hoppy, luscious, but I dismiss
Name you give to your chugs, babe.
Ale, nay; yea, wheat.

"Ale made from wheat
Is not something that they do.
Ale made from wheat
Ain't what you chug in that mug there.

"So, beer's what you glug babe;
It's a festive brew.
That's beer in your mug, babe,
Which you can't see through.
Hefeweizen, quite enticin'--
Ain't filtered, what you chug, babe. . .
Hazy with yeast.

"Ale's made from yeast,
Like beer, that other malt brew.
Ale makes the yeast
Ferment on top, not way down there.

"Bottom-fermenting, churl,
Yeast is what you find
In bev'rage such as Pearl,
Beer that ain't so fine.

"End of lesson;
Let's go freshen
Tasty mugs full of what, babe?"

"Ale made from wheat."

"Ain't heard me speak!
Ain't ale when wheat!!"