Lyrics

Beer ! Beer! Beer! Beer!
Beer ! Beer! Beer! Beer! Beer !
Beer! Beer! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer !!

There are so much rhymes in french (with canadian accent) but here only the translation.

We are at beer age (in french bière “beer” rhymes with pierre “stone”, stone age “age de pierre” beer age “age de bière)
And the tavern man (cavern man, tavern man)
Come at home at evening
And gotta said by his wife
« You stink, you’re dumb ! You again drunk
You think only about drink
Your life is a desert»

But in desert
There is no beeer
None scotch, no partner for boose
So the guy’s guy are closing, while his wife argue
He is sleeping and in his dreams he hears his pals singing

Molson – I take just one
Labatt Bleue – NO more than two
Corona – Ok, just three
Wild Cat – I stop after four
Iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou (sound of swallow)
50- No i must go
Tremblay – Ah! It’s open !
Iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, Ah!

He’s part of us
He drunk his beer like the others

Tomorrow morning
Aïe! Ouille! The brain !
He goes to pharmacian
Heal his hangover
His way going, our man
Recover fit
Good point , here is Langevin
« Ready for boose ? »
And they are in saloon

Go take me only one –Sleeman
Now i must stop- Coors Lite
Ah! Here’s Robet!- A lil last !
You leave now? –Maudite
Iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou
Ok now i move – Boréale rousse
I must really go – Molson Dry
Iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, iglou, F#h!

He’s part of us
He drunk his beer like the others

Impossible to translate xd

Porte-le au frontibus
Porte-le au nez-tibus
Porte-le au mentonbus
Porte-le au tetonbus
Porte-le au ventribus
Porte-le au sexisbus
Porte-le au pied-tibus
Porte-le à Musique Plus
Iglou, iglou, …

He’s part of us
He drunk his beer like the others
He’s part of us
He drunk his beer like the others

At beer age