[Verse] In the land of Tapey Beercone There's a legend known to all The Reverend The pitcher Standin' ten feet tall With a ball in one hand and a beer in the other He'll throw it down the middle Makin' batters shudder [Verse 2] He's got the stuff The talent And a golden arm And when he's on the mound The crowd can't help but be charmed He'll wind up and pitch with a grace so divine And the beercone spins like a psychedelic sign [Chorus] Pitchin' and drinkin' That's the Reverend's game He'll throw those strikes and drink that beer in fame Pitchin' and drinkin' Always in control With the Reverend on the mound Tapey Beercone's got soul [Verse 3] He’s got a mind for the game, a seasoned pro, With each pitch he throws, it’s a masterful show. Curveballs and sliders, they dance in the air, And batters can’t touch 'em—they know not to dare. He fields with precision, out there in the grass, His arm like a cannon, throwing out every pass. [Verse 4] He drinks like a king, never spillin' a drop, With a beer in his hand, he’ll never stop. Four hundred beers, and still goin' strong, His tolerance peerless, he’ll last all game long. But one fateful day, he took it too far, Seceded mid-game and became a star. Then crowned Beerpope, he stood in glory, A legend forever in Tapey Beercone’s story. [Bridge] But it's more than the game that gives him his name, Off the field, he’s igniting the flame. Uniting the Buckos with wisdom and cheer, Officiating weddings with a mighty clear steer. A leader, a founder, both loved and revered, The Reverend's legacy will long be cheered. From beercone games to the bonds he’s sewn, He’s made Tapey Beercone more than just his own. [Chorus] Pitchin' and drinkin' That's the Reverend's game He'll throw those strikes and drink that beer in fame Pitchin' and drinkin' Always in control With the Reverend on the mound Tapey Beercone's got soul
