I'm a vodka man myself ... being Finn and all. However I thought I could contribute something educational here. Here's a song I learned from John Weiss in 1974. He learned it from the great Alice Stuart who recorded it in the fifties:

SEVEN BEERS WITH THE WRONG WOMAN

Seven beers with the wrong woman, we sat at a table for two,
The next thing I knowed she whispered, Oh boy I could sure go for you,
My heart beat a little bit quicker, As I held her dear little hand,
I swelled up with pride but Oh how she lied, I sure was a foolish young man.

Seven beers with the wrong woman, she made me get up and dance,
Around and around we circled, 'till I missed the money from my pants,
I asked her if she had seen it, she smiled up at me and said "no",
From that day to me, it's a big mystery,
I wonder just where it did go.

Seven beers with the wrong woman, her husband walked in after that,
Soon as he spied us together, He walked up and gave me a spat,
He took me by the seat of my britches, oy he sure jerked up the slack,
And when I got tossed out the door by the boss,
He told me to never come back.

Seven beers with the wrong woman, has left me with only regret
I guess she was only fooling, when she called me her darling and pet,
I wish the Lord had made Adam, and never made any one else,
And one thing I know, the next place I go,
I'm 'gonna buy fourteen beers for myself!

CHEERS, Bob Nelson