Fooled by Your Guts

I know a tale that very surely must be told

Hard to believe, but certainly as true as gold

It's an enigma, an exception in mankind

Hark to my words and let the story twist your mind

There was a man who lived in the U.S

Quite average he was, I must confess

Quite decent, fair and settled as they say

And here the story takes its course

Fooled by your guts

They're brewing alcohol

Fooled like a klutz

Fooled by your own brewing guts

Belly-brewed beer

Who ever heard of that?

Belly of fear

Fear of your own belly-beer

They found him drunk with 3,70 per mill

"I do not drink!" he swore to heaven and to hell

No one believed him until finally one day

Special doctor luckily would meet his way

They locked him in a secret hideaway

And nourished him on diet every day

Whenever he ate any kind of carbs

The story sadly took its course

Fooled by your guts

They're brewing alcohol

Fooled like a klutz

Fooled by your own brewing guts

Belly-brewed beer

Who ever heard of that?

Belly of fear

Fear of your own belly-beer

They found saccharomyces cerevisiae

Within his guts one liberating day

A fungus turning starch to alcohol

Where can I get that one?

Fooled by your guts

They're brewing alcohol

Fooled like a klutz

Fooled by your own brewing guts

Belly-brewed beer

Who ever heard of that?

Belly of fear

Fear of your own belly-beer

Fooled by your guts!