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        C                  F         C        Dm    G            C
There's many drinks you'll drink, me lads, on every world that's new.
        C               F         C               Dm                 G
There's Saurian Brandy, Cranapple Schnapps, and a good old Tullamore Don't.
        F                  C                Dm              G
There's Busch and Beck and Bud and Bock and others dark and pale,
      C                     F      C       Dm       G     C
But I think you'll find the finest kind is Three-Oh-Seven Ale.

Am             G             Dm       G     C
Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads, Three-Oh-Seven Ale,
Am                    G           D            G
The finest drink that any bar has ever had for sale,
      C                   F        C            D                G
It'll lay your whole damn world to waste, it'll make you fit and hale,
        C                   F    C          Dm       G     C       Am
There's nothing that you'll ever taste like Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads,
Dm       G     C
Three-Oh-Seven Ale.

   C              F   C      Dm   G      C
It started out at M.I.T. one lazy summer day,
       C             F        C       Dm            G
When a couple of the frat-boy techies started in to play,
       F                  C               Dm              G
They'd caught up on their schedule with a couple hours to kill,
        C             F    C        Dm       G        C
So they fitted up the cyclotron and made themselves a still.

Am             G             Dm       G     C
Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads, Three-Oh-Seven Ale,
Am                    G           D            G
The finest drink that any bar has ever had for sale,
      C                   F        C            D                G
It'll lay your whole damn world to waste, it'll make you fit and hale,
        C                   F    C          Dm       G     C       Am
There's nothing that you'll ever taste like Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads,
Dm       G     C
Three-Oh-Seven Ale.

     C              F    C       Dm     G      C
They added choice ingredients to brew a little brew,
         C               F          C          Dm             G
But they didn't know the wires were crossed in Chamber Number Two.
  F           C                 Dm                  G
A tiny bit of space got folded, things were looking queer --
     C                    F         C       Dm            G     C
They turned the spout and then came out the world's first Hyper-Beer.

Am             G             Dm       G     C
Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads, Three-Oh-Seven Ale,
Am                    G           D            G
The finest drink that any bar has ever had for sale,
      C                   F        C            D                G
It'll lay your whole damn world to waste, it'll make you fit and hale,
        C                   F    C          Dm       G     C       Am
There's nothing that you'll ever taste like Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads,
Dm       G     C
Three-Oh-Seven Ale.

   C              F       C      Dm       G      C
It bubbled and it burbled and it glowed a fizzly green,
    C              F     C         Dm             G
And what it did to test equipment, frankly, was obscene.
   F              C              Dm                G
It took awhile to find a vial it wouldn't burst to flame,
          C                F    C       Dm         G      C
Then they measured out its potency, and that's how it was named.

        C                  F         C         Dm       G          C
There's many drinks you'll drink, me lads, but this one beats them all:
    C             F         C        Dm          G
One hundred fifty-three and one-half percent alcohol,
  F                 C                  Dm                    G
A beer, brewed in a tesseract, that'll shoot you through the roof --
    C                                 Dm       G     C
And if you don't believe me, I've got lots and lots of proof.

Am             G             Dm       G     C
Three-Oh-Seven Ale, me lads, Three-Oh-Seven Ale,
Am                    G           D            G
The finest drink that any bar has ever had for sale,
      C                   F        C            D                G
It'll lay your whole damn world to waste, it'll make you fit and hale,
   F                         C
It sticks to your mouth like library paste,
       F                  Em
With a stronger kick than toxic waste,
        C       G           Am
There's nothing that you'll ever taste
     Dm       G     C    F  C
Like Three-Oh-Seven Ale!

            
            
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