The Portland Holiday Ale Fest

You cling to my arm, and I know that you love me, but really it's just to hold yourself up.

We're drunk from day drinking, and I know what you're thinking, another beer in your souvenir cup.

We buy 30 more tickets at the Holiday Ale Fest, we'll be here for a few hours more.

Outside it is raining, but inside we are draining, a stout that tastes just like a s'more.

There are thousands of people in this tent down in Portland, most of them come back each year.

Though we are both fading, through drunks we'll go waiting, to retry our favourite beer.

Big beers taste better than a holiday sweater, and we hate the Port-a-Potty line.

Our favourites this year to order were a Big Baltic Porter and a 13% barley wine.

So you cling to my arm, and I know that you love me, but really it's to hold yourself

up.

We're drunk from day drinking, and I know what you're thinking.

Let's recycle your souvenir cup.

Let's recycle your souvenir cup.