Follies of 1907. Budweiser's a friend of mine;Budweiser's a friend of mine / words by Vincent Bryan music by Seymour Furth

VERSE 01: The Poets may sing of the friends who will cling to you,/When you are gloomy and blue,/But I have one friend who will stick to the end,/Just the dearest friend I ever knew./Whenever I’m sad,/And the world treats me badly,/In to some Rathskeller I stray,/I fill up a stein with this old friend of mine/And I dream all my sorrow away:
CHORUS: Bud, Budweiseri’s a friend of mine,/Friend of mine, yes, a friend of mine,/What care I, if the sun don’t shine,/While I’ve got Budweiser;/That’s the reason, I feel so fine, feel so fine, yes I feel so fine;/For though Bill the Kaiser’s a friend of Budweiser’s, Budweiser’s, a friend of mine.
VERSE 02: The friends to take pride in, are those you confide in,/When trouble comes walking your way,/Most women will scold you, and say: “Well, I told you”/Whenever your plans go astray,/But my friend you see, never talks back to me,/If I’m wrong he has nothing to say,/Some friends love to tell you, why hard luck befell you,/Budweiser is wiser then they:
VERSE 03: Bill Brown’s just been married, one night he was carried,/Up home at the hour of one,/His wife, who’d retired, got up and admired,/His beautiful, beautiful “bun.”/She asked who detained him, her angry voice pained him,/She said: “where on earth did you roam?”/He answered: “Eliza, I’ve been with Budweiser, I’ve been taking Budweiser home:
VERSE 04: Next ev’ning at dinner Bill Brown the old sinner,/Told wifie, I’m going out dear,/She said: Stay at home Bill, there’s no need to roam, Bill,/For your old friend, Budweiser’s here,”/Said Bill: “If you’ve met him, you’d better go get him,/You’re more like a pal than a wife/So fill up my schooner, the quicker the sooner,/And we’ll have the time of our life.