Wait For The Lager - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
WAIT FOR THE LAGER 
Will you come with me, my Billy, into the cellar, near. Where the music sounds the sweetest with a glass of lager beer? It's every pleasant evening, when I have got the chink, We'll step into the cellar and have a social drink. 
Chorus Then here's to the lager! here's to the lager! Wait for the lager, and we'll all have a drink. 
Where the lager runs like blazes, and the music is so sweet, I'll order lots of liquor and something nice to eat; We'll listen to the singers, they'll make you laugh and wink; So come into the cellar and have a social drink.-Chorus. 
You can't believe a moment that rum or gin, my dear, Can make you half so merry as a glass of lager beer. We'll have a glass of lager, segars and oysters, too, And listen to the singers with their "Hop de doodle do." -Chorus. 
Your cheeks are red as a lobster, your nozzle blooms so sweet. Your bristles smooth and shining with candle-grease so neat. It's every pleasant evening, when I have got the chink, We'll step into the cellar and have a social drink.-Chorus. 
Together when we're tipsy, we're spinning like a top, An' if we have no tumble, we'll never have a stop; Then come with me, my covey, for I have lots of chink, 'Well step into the cellar and all have a drink.-Chorus.