In the twilight haze, with a 24 in hand, Embarking on a journey, where the night expands. Each sip a chapter, in a story untold, 24 hours of beer, a tale to unfold. Drinking round the clock, chasing the cheer, 24 hours of beer, from far to near. Passing out on the lawn, under the moon so bright, In the rhythm of the night, high as a kite. Bubbles rising, as the clock keeps ticking, In the world of brew, where dreams are picking. A symphony of laughter, in the amber glow, Sipping on the hours, as they come and go. Drinking round the clock, chasing the cheer, 24 hours of beer, from far to near. Passing out on the lawn, under the moon so bright, In the rhythm of the night, high as a kite. Empty bottles, like markers of delight, In the merry dance, under the starry night. Laying on the grass, where the dreams are drawn, In the drunken chorus, of a piss-soaked dawn.