All metrics, all measures, 
 All used to the next trials 
 Full! Full! 
 Candidates are looming 
 Where the previous have fell

 Six cups, five mugs, 
 Four tankards to empty 
 Fast! Fast! 
 Afterwards try not to shake 
 Your entire skull

 All metrics, all measures, 
 All filled to the next trials 
 Full! Full! 
 Beware don't slip 
 On this grog-wet ground

 Three bottles, two jugs, 
 One keg to empty fast, fast 
 Beerzerker is chosen by tight criteria

 Oh [bad word]  
 Oh [bad word] 

 Supreme elite of the boozer's part 
 Vicious drainers of fine ale 
 Display with pride an enormous paunch, 
 Always avid for more!

 Zealous [bad word] to refill 
 Labour sweat drops show it well 
 From the forehead to the neck 
 They travel towards their [bad word] 
 Inside this thronged hall 
 Stands out a distinct melody 
 Charming, loud, grotesque belches 
 Such exquisite symphony

 From the start straight to the end 
 Many laughs this night have shared 
 With dull eyes we gaze in -- wonder 
 Those who barely still stand

 Farewell brave beerzerkers 
 You've endured your trails bravely 
 We shall now rest and prepare 
 For the next time we'll be there