Bears Beers Bistro

Ninety-six that was the year
A wandering minstrel sang here
In Yakima

Drunk after his first set
Some patrons made the bet
He'd sing better high

It was a time of celebration
For this city of our nation
All were in good cheer
At the Bistro

Always one person in the room
Would have magic mushrooms
Put in his beer

He returned to the stage
To become a singing sage
Sang a visionary song

It's a song I'm singing here
It's about how
How the Bears lined up for beers
At the Bistro

In Ninety-six and Two Thousand
Yakima was an arousing
An arousing place to be
From obscurity a baseball victory
For our cities team

After years of hibernation
Offered up in Libation
Was foaming beer
At the Bistro

Real Bears in caps
Were seen perhaps
While he sang
And in the crazy refrain
He sang four years win again
A true visionary song

It's the song I'm singing here
In a psychedelic haze
From the days
When the bears lined up for beers
At the Bistro

It's the song I'm singing here
It's the song I'm singing here
In a psychedelic haze
From the days
When the bears lined up for beers
At the Bistro

It's the song I'm singing here
In a psychedelic haze
At the Bistro