You start to brew around midnight,
And there's a full moon in the sky.
Ya here a dog bark, in the distance.
Ya here someone's baby cry.
The aroma drifts down the alley,
& a chill, runs down your spine.
And someone smells the brew,
And you wish the sun would shine.
Cause no one's gonna help ya,
And no one's gonna rig the hop back!
And you won't feel the foam, till it's runnin' out the pot!
I'm your night porter,
I sleep in the day!
Get outta my way!