Hobbit Drinking Medley (feat. Hank Green)

Oh, you can search far and wide You can drink the whole town dry But you'll never find a beer so brown (But you'll never find a beer so brown) But you'll never find a beer so brown As the one we drink in our hometown You can keep your fancy ales You can drink 'em by the flagon And the only brew for the brave and true Comes from the Green Dragon Hey, oh, to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow There still be many miles to go Sweet is the sound of the pouring pain And the stream that falls from hill to plain Better than rain or rippling brook Is a mug of beer inside this Took Blunt the knives, bend the forks Smash the bottles and burn the corks Chip the glasses, crack the plates That's what Bilbo Baggins hates Cut the cloth, trail the fat Leave the bones on the bedroom mat Pour the milk on the pantry floor Splash the wine on every door Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl Pound them up with a thumping pole Then when you've finished, if they are whole Send them down the hall to roll That's what Bilbo Baggins hates There's an inn, there's an inn There's a merry old inn, beneath the old grey hill And there they brew a beer so brown The man in the Moon himself came down One night to drink his fill Ooh, the ostler has a tipsy cat That plays a five-stringed fiddle And up and down he saws his bow Now squeaky high Now purring low Now sawing in the middle So, the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle A jig that would wake the dead He squeaked and sawed and he quickened the tune While the landlord shook by the Man in the Moon "It's after three!" he said Now, Quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle Dog began to roar The cows and the horses stood on their heads The guests all bounded from their beds And danced upon the floor The round Moon rolled behind the hill Sun raised up her head She hardly believed her fiery eyes For it was day, to her surprise They all went back to bed