Will you look at this guy? Seems like a nice enough bloke right? Meet him on the street in plainclothes, love to tip one back with him.
But then you put him in the lederhosen, tights, bib, funny hat, I mean what the frick is going on over there?
It’s gotta be the Octoberfest beer, right? Just get flat out shithoused, that’s the only explanation for making a conscious decision to dress up and sing like this.
Let’s strap on the tights, get crushed and yodel. That’s what I always say.
12 hours of yodeling or 12 hours of elevator muzak- gotta pick one, which one ya got?
Good Morning Gloucester 