I used to work in Chicago in a department store

I used to work in Chicago, but not anymore.


A lady came in the store one day, asking for a German method of coal extraction. A German method of coal extraction she wanted! MEIN SHAFT SHE GOT!

Discuss pub songs.

Ah the good 'ol days.

Post in my thread you fucking degenerates

*cough with Swedish accent*
Surely you jest?

*cough with Swedish accent*
Surely you jest?

FUCK YOU.

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

DIE SLOWLY.

*cough with Swedish accent*
Surely you jest?

FUCK YOU.

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

DIE SLOWLY.

God damn you're so kawai/adorable holy shit Tru ain't got shit

What does Chicago have to do with this?

What does Chicago have to do with this?

The song was based off of an older version from the 1940s

There is an inn, a merry old inn,
Beneath an old grey hill.
And there they brew a beer so brown,
That the Man on the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.

There is an inn, a merry old inn,
Beneath an old grey hill.
And there they brew a beer so brown,
That the Man on the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.

YouTube

My man!

Spoiler

Though you got the lyrics wrong

Uhhh.

I copied that straight from my 1965 copy of Fellowship.
That must have been a tribute to the original. It reads better anyway.

Did Chicago get overrun by blacks, too?

GO BACK TO CHICAGO YOU UGLY HOOK NOSED SWEDE.