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
see,
I [Am]have
not brought my [D7]specs with me,
I-[G]have-not-[D7]brought-my
specs with [G]me.
Oh, it’s rum, rum, rum, that knocks you on your bum, etc.
Oh, it’s whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, that makes you feel so frisky, etc.
Oh, it’s gin, gin, gin, that makes you want to sin, etc.
Oh, it’s Scotch, Scotch, Scotch, that get’s ya in the crotch, etc.
Oh, it’s weed, weed, weed, that’s 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.