My name's Richard Kral, and a Slovak am I,
When the av'lanche came down, I was sure I would die
The snow's all around and my car is stuck here
I'm sad and forlorn, so crack open a beer

Well, I've drunk up that bottle, and another one too,
I could be here for weeks, till the snowploughs come through
Will I die from the hunger, or will cold get me first?
At least with this beer here, it won't be from thirst.

And now there is shomething that'sh bothering me
My bladder is bushting, but theresh nowhere to pee!
I'll jusht open the window, and let it run freeeee
Oooooooh that'sh sho mush better, let you tell meee!

I made a dixshcovery, while takin' a leak (Shhhh! Ish a shecret!)
I meltededed the shnow, in a big yellow shtreak (wink)
O shing Hallejaloola, in great jubilation,
These brewsh are the key to me shelf-libria.. Shelf-lireba...Self.....
.. freedom.


The beer ish aaaaaaaaaall gone, now!!!, At lasht , I yam Freeeeeee! (hic)
And aall that it took, wash 10 gallons of pee!
I'm head's sore, I'm drunk, an my names' Richard Kral.
Now I have to lie down.. Or elshe I shall fall...