The Quartermaster Store
Oh, it's [G]beer, beer, that makes you feel so queer,
In the [D7]store, in the [G]store,
It's beer, beer, that makes you feel so queer,
In the [D7]quartermaster [G]store.
[chorus] Mine eyes are dim, I [C]cannot
I [Am]have not brought my [D7]specs with me,
I-[G]have-not-[D7]brought-my specs with [G]me.
Oh, itís rum, rum, rum, that knocks you on your bum, etc.
Oh, itís whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, that makes you feel so frisky, etc.
Oh, itís gin, gin, gin, that makes you want to sin, etc.
Oh, itís Scotch, Scotch, Scotch, that getís ya in the crotch, etc.
Oh, itís weed, weed, weed, thatís just what we all need, etc.
Oh, it's cheese, cheese, that brings you to your knees, etc.
Oh, it's tea, tea, but not for you and me, etc.
Oh, it's beans, beans, that make you fill your jeans, etc.
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