Lyrics

I heard that in Japan
They have a great tradition
But I’m a man who gets
Burritos in The Mission

Get my traffic on the bridge,
my hippies on the Haight
I get my rainbow in the Castro
my Golden in the Gate

But when the people came
For the gold from far to here
They always quenched their thirst
With a glass of steam beer

Save us Fritz!
Why’d they be so mean
To leave the San Francisco
And take away the steam!

Steam beer!
Steam beer!
From Old Portrero,
Out to the pier!
Now we’ll have to drink our tears

1896 until 1965
Then Mr Fritz kept the dream
of steam alive
Open fermentation?
Giant copper kettles?
They don’t make ‘em like that,
So the matter’s settled

The world loves a west coast IPA
The very first one was Anchor’s Libert-ay!

Save us Fritz!
Why’d they be so mean
To leave the San Francisco
And take away the steam!

Steam beer!
Steam beer!
From Old Portrero,
Out to the pier!
Now we’ll have to drink our tears

Steam beer with the anchor sign
Here’s to San Francisco in the olden times!
Anchor Porter: when men were men!
Nevermind your lager, it’s stout time again!
Christmas Ale for forty-nine years
Is it really Christmas without an Anchor beer?

Steam beer!
Steam beer!
From Old Portrero,
Out to the pier!
I guess we’ll have to drink our tears

Lyrics ©Seán Lightholder