[Verse:]I used to own a vicious looking dog who wouldn’t biteI used to know a dangerous looking man who couldn’t fightMy brother trained wild animals but they were really tameAnd now I’ve tasted of a drink that strikes me just the same[Refrain:]Bevo, oh, oh, oh, BevoYou’re the grandest imitation that we knowYou’re the only drink that a soldier can pickYou taste like lager but you haven’t got the kick, oh!Bevo, oh, oh, oh, BevoTho’ you haven’t got a punch up your sleeve-oAll the soldiers insistThat a Christian ScientistCould easily come staggering home on Bevo