Preakness Beer Polka
After hearing of the Maryland Jockey Club's decision to prohibit Preakness infield spectators/partyers/lunatics from bringing their own beer into Pimlico Race Course this year, we were reminded of an old polka standard, called "In heaven, there is no beer." And we thought that a re-do of that old ompah standard might give voice to the despair being felt by all those folks who are -- what else -- crying in their beer.
In case you're not a polka fan, there's an audio file below (no pictures) to go along with our lyrics that we like to call the "Preakness Beer Polka" or The Lament of the Infield Sots.
C'mon everone, sing along!
At the Preakness, we can’t bring beer
They’re gonna make us buy it there
We get volleyball babes instead
But they’re still collecting 50 bucks a head.
At the Preakness, we can’t bring booze
They insist there has to be new rules
So when it comes time to race
The infield won’t be such a big disgrace.
At the Preakness, we can’t bring brews
No sense in crying the blues
That porta-potty run was a hoot
But now it’s costing us a lot of loot.
At the Preakness, we can’t bring suds
Better pray those bands aren’t duds
‘Cause if this party’s a bore
We don’t wanna hear a bunch of horse manure.
