Under the Anheuser Busch

Under the Anheuser Busch.
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Talk about the shade of the sheltering palms;
Praise the bamboo charms, tree and its wide spreading
There’s a little bush that grows right here in this town
You know Its name for it has won such renown,
Often with my sweetheart just after the piny.
To this little pince then our footstone will stray.
If she hesitates when she looks at the sign.
Softly I’ll whisper now, Sue, don’t decline.

Chorus:
Tercing
Come, come, come, and make eyes with me under the Anheuser Busch.
Come, come, drink some bud-wise with me under the Anheuser Busch.
Hear the old German band;
“Du-be lleber Augustin.” Just let me hold your hand.
Yah!
Do, do, come and have a stein or two.
Under the Anheuser Busch.”

Rave about the place where your swells go to dine,
Picture Sue and me with our sandwich and stein
Underneath the busch where the good fellows meet.
Life seems worth living our joy is complete.
If you’re sad at heart take a trip there tonight,
You’ll forget your woes and your eyes will grow bright.
There in you’ll surely find me with my sweetheart Sue.
Come down this evening and i’ll Introduce you.