Bears Beers Bistro

Ninety-six that was the year

A wandering minstrel sang here

In Yakima

Drunk after his first set

Some patrons made the bet

He'd sing better high

It was a time of celebration

For this city of our nation

All were in good cheer

At the Bistro

Always one person in the room

Would have magic mushrooms

Put in his beer

He returned to the stage

To become a singing sage

Sang a visionary song

It's a song I'm singing here

It's about how

How the Bears lined up for beers

At the Bistro

In Ninety-six and Two Thousand

Yakima was an arousing

An arousing place to be

From obscurity a baseball victory

For our cities team

After years of hibernation

Offered up in Libation

Was foaming beer

At the Bistro

Real Bears in caps

Were seen perhaps

While he sang

And in the crazy refrain

He sang four years win again

A true visionary song

It's the song I'm singing here

In a psychedelic haze

From the days

When the bears lined up for beers

At the Bistro

It's the song I'm singing here

It's the song I'm singing here

In a psychedelic haze

From the days

When the bears lined up for beers

At the Bistro

It's the song I'm singing here

In a psychedelic haze

At the Bistro