New York City Trucking - Sending Beer To Heaven

Tonight we're going to find the kishka
We're gonna make it alright
You know we are

Tonight, sending beers to heaven
Gonna find the kishka

Will we find it in the ocean
Will we find it in the sea
It doesn't matter where we find it

All our friends together
Doing the polka forever

Tonight, jumping off a bridge
Into a river of beer
We're gonna swim

Tonight, our garden grows on Walter Solek's nose
It's growing tall

"Please to meet ya I'm the kishka
You've finally found me now
Can it be true

I've been in the throat of the fattest goat
Now that you've found me what you gonna do"

Going to dance

Written by:
Mike Campbell

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