[Verse] Out in the wasteland, where the rad storms play, Wastelanders sip 'neath the summer day. With a Sunset Sarsaparilla in hand, We dance on bones in the Capital's sand. [Verse 2] The Capitol dome is cracked and worn, But we raise our glasses, feeling reborn. Beneath a sky so hazy and green, We're the liveliest crowd you’ve ever seen. [Chorus] Hail to the sippers, brave and free, Toasting in the ruins of old D.C. With a swing and a sway, we shout with glee, Sunset Sarsaparilla, life’s jubilee. [Verse 3] Nights are glowing with a rad storm's light, Yet our spirits soar in the evening’s fright. In the shadows, we find our cheer, For each bottle speaks of yesteryear. [Bridge] Roaming ghouls and the Brotherhood’s might, Can’t dampen our spirits, shining bright. We find our joy in a bottle’s gleam, Sipping hope in a waking dream. [Chorus] Hail to the sippers, brave and free, Toasting in the ruins of old D.C. With a swing and a sway, we shout with glee, Sunset Sarsaparilla, life’s jubilee.
