We were just little children br When our neighbour br That funny and clever mister br Who loved drinking beer br Died of too much drink. br br I remember br How we loved him, br And the songs he sung br When he got drunk. br They were so strange br And outlandish br We loved them as well. br br Mother replied then br That he went to heaven br Where there is more beer br To answer our question “why he left here? ” br br Now, br I know she said that for our sake br And knowing that any answer we’d take br For I know in heaven there is no beer.