Uncle Hiram and the Homemade Beer (2001 Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Now, I was just a boy at the time When this drinkin' Uncle Hiram of mine Decided he'd make up a batch of homemade beer "Don't tell a soul", he said to me "But I've come across this recipe That says for pennies a day I can drink all year" So I searched the alleys behind the bars For empty jugs and mason jars Then we sneaked 'em down to his basement micro-brewery He measured out yeast and the sugar and the hops And he said to me as we sealed the tops "For Goodness sakes, don't tell your Aunt Marie 'cause she'd say" [Chorus] Hey there Hiram, what's goin' on down there? There's some peculiar odor comin' up the basement stairs Go back to your sewin', hon – I'm varnishin' a chair The time my Uncle Hiram made his famous homemade beer [Verse 2] Well, we let it sit for a month or so Then me and Uncle sneaked down below A-figurin' it was time to give it a try I was standin' there at the foot of the stairs And Uncle Hiram was checkin' the wares When all of a sudden, two bottles just blew sky high The jars went crash and the lids went clunk And Hiram dived behind a trunk As the beer begain to spew out on the floor Uncle yelled "Don't mind me, save yourself!" So fast as I could I ran up the steps Then out of breath I quickly slammed the door Aunt Marie came cryin' "What is it, dear?" I said "It's Uncle's homemade beer It's blowin' up and got Uncle trapped down there" She said "Beer, beer – well I'll declare Hiram, you come up out of there!" But the sound of explodin' beer was all we could hear [Chorus] Hey there Hiram, what's goin' on down there? There's some peculiar odor comin' up the basement stairs Go back to your sewin', hon – I'm varnishin' a chair The time my Uncle Hiram made his famous homemade beer [Verse 3] Well, it sounded like a war for a day and a night The bottles just blew up left and right Till finally we just heard one here and there So Aunt Marie took a comforter And holdin' it up in the front of her With me behind, we started off down the stairs Well, the place was a mess to say the least The walls were sticky and smelled like yeast The glass and the lids and the beer lay all around It had been quite a battle, there was no doubt But when we began to look about Uncle Hiram was nowhere to be found Aunty cried out "Hiram – oh, poor dear He's been killed by a jar of beer I warned him of drink but he never listens to me!" Then up came the lid on the antique trunk And there soaked in beer blind runnin' drunk Was the late-lamented love of Aunt Marie's He said "Rather than see it all go to waste I decided I might as well have a little taste Reckon I've tased about forty-three jars of beer Y'all can just go on, 'cause I'm stayin' right here" [Chorus] Hey there Hiram, what's goin' on down there? There's some peculiar odor comin' up the basement stairs Go back to your sewin', hon – I'm varnishin' a chair The time my Uncle Hiram made his famous homemade beer