Текст песни The Day That Clancy Drowned - Ray Stevens

In the town of Old Milwaukee, back in 1982
He celebrated forty years of making that famous brew
Master of the tasters, Milwaukee's number one
And he could fairly feel the flavor as it swished across his tongue

Overtime and weekends, old Clancy never shirked
They said it was amazing how much Clancy loved his work
But one scorching afternoon as he made his final round
He fell into the sixty-thousand gallon vat and drowned

Oh the day that Clancy drowned...
He could have called for help, but Lord, he never made a sound
We all tried to rescue him but we didn't have no luck
'Cause he'd dive to the bottom and we couldn't pull him up

It was a solemn occasion as his buddies gathered 'round
They had to make arrangements for to put him in the ground
When they took the dear departed over to the funeral place
It took 'em half an hour to get that big smile off his face

Brother Daniels preached the funeral and he had some words to say
About the life of Brother Clancy, oh yes and how he passed away
"Could it not have been averted,
" Said he, "that he met this tragic end?"
"Well, preacher, he got up three times to go to the bathroom,
But he always jumped back in!"

Oh, the day that Clancy drowned...
He was blowing pretty bubbles and a-swimming all around
A-gurgling and a-giggling and a-wearing that silly grin
Oh but he fought us like a flounder when we tried to haul him in

Oh, the day that Clancy drowned...
He was blowing pretty bubbles and a-swimming all around
A-giggling and a-gurgling and a-wearing that silly grin
But he fought us like a flounder when we tried to haul him in

Oh, the day that Clancy drowned...