No Sleep Till Portland

KillerBeerWeek kicks off Sunday October 21 at Roscoe’s Pub and rocks on for eight days. Here’s a rap parody done to the tune of The Beastie Boys “No Sleep Till Brooklyn.”

No sleep till Portland
Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a brewing kettle
My job ain’t a job, it’s a damn good time
City to city, I’m running taplines
On location, touring around the nation
Brewpublic always on vacation
Itchy kegger finger but a stable bier de table
I do what I do best because I’m distilling and able
Ain’t no faking, your brews I’m taking
Across Cascadia, watching all the beer geeks shaking
While you’re at the job working nine to five
The Brewpublic crew at Roscoe’s, cold kickin’ it live
No sleep till
Another plane, another train, another bottle in the brain
Another leg, another keg, another drive all night
Our beer blogger’s crazy, he always smokes malt
He’s got his own yeast that he keeps in a vault
Pour around the world, drink rauch around the clock
Cali to P-Town, vats of Old Stock
We’re quaffin’ in like it’s going out of style
Invitin’ you along the way ’cause it’s worth your while
Pour of Fleur De Ferme, mash the endosperm
Barrel-aged is the rage and we’re making our terms
We got a firkin in the trunk with grains in a sack
No corn or rice adjunct and Portland’s CDAs are black
No sleep till No sleep till Portland No sleep till Portland
Ain’t drank a light beer since we started this band
Love IPAs, and Beetje Mike’s my man…
Brewed with Brett in Portland, the U.S.A.
They call me a SNOB, but I can drink Trumer all day
Like a lemon to a Widmer,  a Widmer to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the craft women
Got lagers, ales, ciders and mead
Hoppy, sour, robust, or whatever you need
Step off macros, get out of my way
No taxing to much or the Guild will say
The aroma is luring and the color is deep
‘Cause I’ll be rocking this party eight days a week!
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