It doesn’t matter what we brew
as long as we mix wheat and citra
That makes us feel we’ll convey some juicy notes or fruit impression
To confuse the issue we will add
Some pleasant yeast, from far away
Plus some Vic Secret for good measure
No matter how much we resist the bend
Some dry-hopping causes our resolve to break
Because the hops bring us back
On that we can rely
The hops bring us back