In the town of Old Milwaukee, back in 1982 He celebrated forty years of making that famous brew The master of the taster's art, Milwaukee's number one And he could fairly feel the flavor as it swished across his tongue Overtime and weekends, old Clancy never shirked They said it was amazing how much Clancy loved his work But one scorching afternoon as he made his final round He fell into the sixty-thousand gallon vat and drowned Oh, the day that Clancy drowned He could have called for help, but Lord, he never made a sound We all tried to rescue him but we didn't have no luck 'Cause he'd dive to the bottom and we couldn't pull him up It was a solemn occasion as his buddies gathered 'round They had to make arrangements for to put him in the ground When they took the dear departed over to the funeral place Took 'em half an hour to get that big smile off his face Brother Daniels preached the funeral and he had some words to say About the life of Brother Clancy, oh yes, and how he passed away "Could it not have been avoided", said he, "that he met this tragic end?" "Well, preacher, he got up three times to go to the bathroom But he always jumped back in" Oh, the day that Clancy drowned He was blowing pearly bubbles and a-swimming all around A-gurgling and a-giggling and a-wearing that silly grin Oh, but he fought us like a flounder when we tried to haul him in Oh, the day that Clancy drowned He was blowing pearly bubbles and a-swimming all around A-giggling and a-gurgling and a-wearing that silly grin But he fought us like a flounder when we tried to haul him in Oh, the day that Clancy drowned