How I love a glass of beer, More beer!
Beer goes very good with beer, More beer!
When I'm drinking beer I'm thinking,
Ach! Life is beer.
But there's someone I love even more than beer.
I love Louisa, Louisa loves me.
When we rode on the merry-go-round,
I kissed Louisa,
and then Louisa, Louisa kissed me.
We were so happy, so happy and free. Ach, ach, M�키dchen,
Beautiful Louisa.
Ach, when I choose them,
I never want to lose them. Someday Louisa,
Louisa will be
More than just a Fr�키ulein to me.
A Frenchman loves a glass of vine. More beer!
The English think the vhiskey�킴s fine. More beer!
And when I comb off, all the foam off I drink a toast,
To the Germans and the M�키dchen, I love most.
Ich liebe Louisa, Louisa liebt mich. Als wir f�킼hren auf dem Wege,
Ich k�킼sste Louisa und dann Louisa, Louisa k�킼sste mich,
Wir waren sehr gl�킼cklich, so gl�킼cklich und frei. Ach, ach, M�키dchen,
Beautiful Louisa.
Ach, when I choose them,
I never want to lose them.
Ach, ach, M�키dchen,
Beautiful Louisa.
Ach, when I choose them,
I never want to lose them. Someday Louisa,
Louisa will be
More than just a Fr�키ulein to me.
More beer! More beer!