The Day That Clancy Drowned - Ray Stevens

In the town of Old Milwaukee, back in 1982

He celebrated forty years of making that famous brew

The master of the taster’s art, Milwaukee’s number one

And he could fairly feel the flavor as it swished across his tongue

Overtime and weekends, old Clancy never shirked

They said it was amazing how much Clancy loved his work

But one scorching afternoon as he made his final round

He fell into the sixty-thousand gallon vat and drowned

Oh, the day that Clancy drowned

He could have called for help, but Lord, he never made a sound

We all tried to rescue him but we didn’t have no luck

'Cause he’d dive to the bottom and we couldn’t pull him up

It was a solemn occasion as his buddies gathered 'round

They had to make arrangements for to put him in the ground

When they took the dear departed over to the funeral place

Took 'em half an hour to get that big smile off his face

Brother Daniels preached the funeral and he had some words to say

About the life of Brother Clancy, oh yes, and how he passed away

«Could it not have been avoided», said he, «that he met this tragic end?»

«Well, preacher, he got up three times to go to the bathroom

But he always jumped back in»

Oh, the day that Clancy drowned

He was blowing pearly bubbles and a-swimming all around

A-gurgling and a-giggling and a-wearing that silly grin

Oh, but he fought us like a flounder when we tried to haul him in

Oh, the day that Clancy drowned

He was blowing pearly bubbles and a-swimming all around

A-giggling and a-gurgling and a-wearing that silly grin

But he fought us like a flounder when we tried to haul him in

Oh, the day that Clancy drowned