Golden barley, shining bright,

In neon shadows, we ignite,

Hops glide in, bitter and slow,

Like silhouettes in the afterglow.

Yeast wakes up in a shimmering trance,

Bodies locked in this mystic dance,

Raise your glass, feel the rush,

Feel the beat, the midnight hush.

Heat rising as the lights descend,

A rhythm that we can’t pretend,

Flashing lights, we take the floor,

Craving more than just a pour.

Underneath these vibrant skies,

Electric sparks, stolen eyes,

Moving closer, hearts on fire,

Giving in to sweet desire.

Golden brew of summer, feel the groove,

Lime on the edge, neon moves,

Barley, hops, water pure,

Every drop, so sure, so pure.

Golden brew of summer, night so high,

Neon lights, girls and guys.

Feel the fire, let it rise!

Dancing figures in the skies!

Golden brew of summer!

Malted grains, crisp delight,

Bodies moving in the light,

Heat surrounds us, liquid air,

Sensations flowing everywhere.

Cool breeze whispers through the heat,

Feel the rhythm beneath our feet.

Golden brew, it calls us near,

Take a sip, hold on tight.