1550 Beer Creek Road,

Can’t find it on any map,

1550 Beer Creek Road,

Where good times are always on tap.

1550 Beer Creek Road,

Why does that address ring so true,

1550 Beer Creek Road,

Why does it have me thinking of you.

1550 Beer Creek Road,

It’s starting to ring a bell,

1550 Beer Creek Road,

That’s where I gave them some hell.

At 1550 Beer Creek Road,

Jukebox set to Toby Keith,

At 1550 Beer Creek Road,

Get your stout with a side of some beef.

At 1550 Beer Creek Road,

Got them great white pool sharks,

At 1550 Beer Creek Road,

You don’t want to be one of their marks.

At 1550 Beer Creek Road,

We all raise our glass for a toast,

At 1550 Beer Creek Road,

We love our military the most.

One-five-five-oh,

Don’t bring that damn iphone,

‘Cause on this ‘ol dirt road,

You gonna’ set it to roam.

One-five-five-oh,

One sign out in the front,

‘Cause on this ‘ol dirt road,

Beer is all that you want.

Or need,

All day, all night,

All night,

Yea, 1550 Beer Creek Road,

1550 Beer Creek Road,

1550 Beer Creek Road.

Can’t find it on any map,

1550 Beer Creek Road,

Where good times are always on tap.

At 1550 Beer Creek Road,

Jukebox set to Toby Keith,

At 1550 Beer Creek Road,

Get your stout with a side of some beef.

At 1550 Beer Creek Road,

We all raise our glass for a toast,

At 1550 Beer Creek Road,

We love our military the most.

One-five-five-oh,

One sign out in the front,

‘Cause on this ‘ol dirt road,

Beer is all that you want.

Or need,

All day, all night,

All night,

Yea, 1550 Beer Creek Road,

1550 Beer Creek Road,

1550 Beer Creek Road.

Can’t find it on any map,

1550 Beer Creek Road,

Where good times are always on tap.

Damn that girl is so fine, gonna’ make her mine,

But how do I make my move, I need to be real smooth,

Hey baby I like your hair, nah why would she care,

Hey baby how you like this bar, then she bolts for the car.

My buddy steps on in, offers to help for the win,

Bartender, this guy needs somethin’ quick, and I know just the trick,

Give this dude a pint, that tall boy IPA,

A few minutes to wait, watch this lothario at play.

Some have it in them innate, some get easily discouraged,

Some just wait for fate, and some have that 16 ounces of courage,

16 ounces of courage.

Get those juices flowin’,

Get all lubed up,

Gonna’ get you on fire boy,

Like my old red Chevy truck.

Damn that liquid goes down real smooth,

Damn the torpedoes,

Come on now boy, time to make your move.

Give this man a pint, that tall boy IPA,

A few minutes to wait, watch this lothario at play,

Some have it in them innate, some get easily discouraged,

Some just wait for fate, and some have that 16 ounces of courage,

Yea, some have that 16 ounces of courage,

16 ounces of courage.

That medal for valor gonna look real nice,

Got that courage under fire,

This liquid turns to vice.

Damn that girl is so fine, gonna’ make her mine,

I can make a move, this tall boy goin’ down smooth,

Hey baby I love your hair, and everything you wear,

Hey baby, let's leave this bar, let me pull up my car.

Give this man a pint, that tall boy IPA,

A few minutes to wait, watch this lothario at play,

Some have it in them innate, some get easily discouraged,

Some just wait for fate, and some have that 16 ounces of courage,

Yea, some have that 16 ounces of courage.

Some have it in them innate, some get easily discouraged,

Some just wait for fate, and some have that 16 ounces of courage,

Yea, some have that 16 ounces of courage,

16 ounces of courage.

Get those juices flowin’,

Get all lubed up,

Gonna’ get you on fire boy,

Like my old red Chevy truck.

Damn that liquid goes down real smooth,

Damn the torpedoes,

Come on now boy, time to make your move.

Some have it in them innate, some get easily discouraged,

Some just wait for fate, and some have that 16 ounces of courage,

Yea, some have that 16 ounces of courage,

16 ounces of courage.

Some have it in them innate, some get easily discouraged,

Some just wait for fate, and some have that 16 ounces of courage,

Yea, some have that 16 ounces of courage,

16 ounces of courage.

Sipping those Coronas,

Sipping them tall boys,

Sipping those 12 ounce,

Sipping them long necks.

Rackin’ up those sexy tabs.

You think they like my IG post,

But, for most,

They like my 6-pack tabs,

My 6-pack tabs.

At Publix,

At Piggly Wiggly,

At Wawa,

At Walgreens,

Rackin’ up those sexy tabs,

Mmm girl let me show you these tabs.

You think they like my IG post,

But, for most,

They like my 6-pack tabs,

My 6-pack tabs.

Sipping those Coronas,

Sipping them tall boys,

Sipping those 12 ounce,

Sipping them long necks,

Racking up those 6-pack tabs.

You think they like my IG post,

But, for most,

They like my 6-pack tabs,

6-pack tabs,

Mm hmm.

Drinkin’ all night,

Doin’ weekends right,

Rackin’ up those 6-pack tabs.

With the fellas,

Drinkin’ that pale yellow,

Rackin’ up those 6-pack tabs.

On Monday, on Tuesday, On Wednesday,

Pounding down those IPAs,

Rackin’ up those 6-pack tabs.

You think they like my IG post,

But, for most,

They like my 6-pack tabs.

Let me show you these tabs baby,

You like these 6-pack tabs,

6-pack tabs,

6-pack tabs.

I got that white lightning running through my veins,

Sweating whiskey like the summer rains,

Got them swerving all across the lanes,

So drunk can’t even say my name.

I’m that first shot of Jack,

That last sip of Patron,

I’m that 3am text that’s blowing up your phone.

I’m that shadow boxer,

Whispering in your ear,

Grab your mouth piece,

Put on your gear.

‘Cause I’m coming for you,

No I’ll never relent,

I’m ABV 100%.

I’m in your head,

No I don’t pay no rent,

I’m ABV 100%.

I got that burning fire that lights you up,

Burning holes in that new chevy truck,

Damn you better pray, you’ll need some luck,

In 5th gear this boy never get stuck.

I’m that trip with the captain,

Fresh lime and some coke,

I’m that last call,

Can’t keep up with this smoke.

I’m that OG cowboy,

The duke John Wayne,

You can’t take this hit,

You can’t handle this pain.

‘Cause I’m coming for you,

No I’ll never relent,

I’m ABV 100%.

I’m in your head,

No I don’t pay no rent,

I’m ABV 100%.

ABV 100%,

ABV 100%.

Let’s go,

Come on now,

Get ready for this smoke,

Here I come.

No I’ll never relent,

I’m ABV 100%.

I’m in your head,

No I don’t pay no rent,

I’m ABV 100%.

I got that white lightning running through my veins,

Sweating whiskey like the summer rains,

Got them swerving all across the lanes,

So drunk can’t even say my name.

I’m that first shot of Jack,

That last sip of Patron,

I’m that 3am text that’s blowing up your phone.

I’m that shadow boxer,

Whispering in your ear,

Grab your mouth piece,

Put on your gear.

‘Cause I’m coming for you,

No I’ll never relent,

I’m ABV 100%.

I’m in your head,

No I don’t pay no rent,

I’m ABV 100%.

100%,

100%.

I got my eyes on the prize, and it’s getting late,

She’s got light brown hair, standing five foot eight,

I really hate to break this bad news to you,

But you and her are done, yea, you’re about to be through.

I got two hundred pounds of testosterone,

You got those 6.5 ounces of your phone,

I got that razz, that rizz, that little something to talk about,

Yea, a little bit later, you gonna’ hear her scream and shout.

There’s a rumor round town you can’t handle your Jack,

Yea, you about to be out, ‘bout to lay real flat on your back,

Nice to meet you, now here’s a treat for you Rover,

Now be a good boy, roll over.

You know that girl, she’s way too good for you,

You’re dead ass broke, she ain’t ever getting nothin’ new,

She’ll be spending Fridays at the corner diner,

She needs a real man, like this rough coal miner.

I got two hundred pounds of testosterone,

You got those 6.5 ounces of your phone,

I got that razz, that rizz, that little something to talk about,

Yea, a little bit later, you gonna’ hear her scream and shout.

There’s a rumor round town you can’t handle your Jack,

Yea, you about to be out, ‘bout to lay real flat on your back,

Nice to meet you, now here’s a treat for you Rover,

Now be a good boy, roll over.

KO, it’s done, it’s all over,

Now be a good boy, roll over.

Such a good boy,

Yea, that’s a good boy,

Now go to sleep,

This coal miner’s here,

He’s about to eat.

Now roll over.

Yea, roll over.

Nice to meet you, now here’s a treat for you Rover,

Now be a good boy, roll over.

Now roll over.

Yea, roll over.

Cowboy hat, bikini top, and a bucket of bud,

Boots in the sand and none of that Georgia mud,

Sweet sweet summertime under the sun,

Church and Chesney and a whole lot of love,

Popping out of my shell to take a peak,

Tan country honies is all that I seek.

Will you be my cowboy boots and bathing suit,

My good vibes and tan lines girl,

Will you go for a whirl,

Will you be my tortuga girl,

My tortuga girl.

Come on down and show some skin,

Come on round throw them jeans in the bin,

Let’s see those red rosy cheeks,

And I don’t mean around your beak,

Let’s see those hips move in the sand,

We’ll make some waves on dry land.

Will you be my cowboy boots and bathing suit,

My good vibes and tan lines girl,

Will you go for a whirl,

Will you be my tortuga girl,

My tortuga girl.

This shell may be hard to crack,

But all it takes is a little jack,

And some sweet sweet summertime under the sun,

You and me in the breeze having some fun,

Church and Chesney and a whole lot of love,

Three days ain’t ever enough.

Will you be my cowboy boots and bathing suit,

My good vibes and tan lines girl,

Will you go for a whirl,

Will you be my tortuga girl,

My tortuga girl.

Cowboy hat, bikini top, and a bucket of bud,

Boots in the sand and none of that Georgia mud.

Will you be my tortuga girl,

My tortuga girl.

We all ready to do a lil’ beer gut strut,

Let’s see those shirts off,

Be proud of that bod,

Come on, let’s go.

My six pack of beers gonna’ lead to some big ol’ tears,

Jealous of this carbonated body of your fears,

Get that mind racing, gonna’ turn all those gears,

Gettin’ you listening, so don’t go closin’ those ears,

I’m the king of the ring, and my body’s made of beers.

When I’m walkin’ the pool deck, holding my drink way up high,

Chin up, with the swagger of a proper number 12 guy,

All the honey’s starin’ and I’m gonna’ tell you why,

I’m doin’ the beer gut strut,

The beer gut strut.

I’m your funhouse of mirrors, your haunted mystery,

I’m the ruler of nations, goin’ down in history,

I heard that Pete has some of that BDE,

But he sure as hell don’t have this BGS down like me,

It’s over, it’s done, why’s it so hard to see,

This carbonated body is the one, it’s the key.

Walkin’ the pool deck, holding my drink way up high,

Chin up, with the swagger of a proper number 12 guy,

All the honey’s starin’ and I’m gonna’ tell you why,

I’m doin’ the beer gut strut.

So fellas let’s see those shirts off your head,

These girls will go wild, gonna’ take you to bed,

And I’ll tell you something, I’ll tell you what,

They like a lil’ confidence, a lil’ beer gut strut.

Let’s see that swag, that BGS,

Hold up that beer, let’s put it to the test.

Chin up,

Chest out,

Now strut,

Yes strut,

That’s it.

I heard that Pete has some of that BDE,

But he sure as hell don’t have this BGS down like me,

It’s over, it’s done, why’s it so hard to see,

This carbonated body is the one, it’s the key.

Walkin’ the pool deck, holding my drink way up high,

Chin up, with the swagger of a proper number 12 guy,

All the honey’s starin’ and I’m gonna’ tell you why,

I’m doin’ the beer gut strut.

Been bustin’ your butt all day,

Hands full of grease and slavin’ away,

Come home and the house is a mess,

The kids playin’ games and she’s half dressed.

Luckily you always think ahead,

Open up the fridge and see a bunch of red,

Those sweet cans can be heard callin’ your name,

In a few minutes your night ain’t gonna be the same.

‘Cause it’s time for some fun,

They think they’re gonna’ submit you in round 1,

30 seconds and then you’re done.

Well damn, they’ve got you in full mount,

Beer naked choke,

And you out.

There ain’t gonna’ be no doubt,

Beer naked choke,

And you out,

So get on out,

Reality is just fadin’ so quick,

Time rollin’ slowly, tick, tick, tick,

And you don’t know where you at,

Reachin’ for your phone, tappin’ on the mat.

You thought you were a heavyweight,

Stacking up the pounds, strong out the gate,

But your liver says not so fast,

1 round, I think that’s all you can last.

Well we’ll see about that,

I’ll give it a go,

I’ll give it a run,

They think they’re gonna’ submit you in round 1,

30 seconds and then you’re done.

Well damn, they’ve got you in full mount,

Beer naked choke,

And you out.

There ain’t gonna’ be no doubt,

Beer naked choke,

And you out,

So get on out.

Ice cold,

Ice cold,

Beer naked choke,

You out.

Yea, ice cold,

Ice cold,

Beer naked choke,

You out.

It’s still time for some fun,

They think they’re gonna’ submit you in round 1,

30 seconds and then you’re done.

Well damn, they’ve got you in full mount,

Beer naked choke,

And you out.

There ain’t gonna’ be no doubt,

Beer naked choke,

And you out,

Beer naked choke,

And you out,

Beer naked choke,

And you out,

So get on out.

I was 22 and always knew, when to order the next converse shoe,

And had that 8-ball lined up with the cue,

In a smoke filled hall down on the boulevard,

Workin’ real hard, never leavin’ the yard,

But Friday nights ain’t just for lights,

They were for cornfield racing and bare knuckle fights,

There were for American dreamin’ and heartland livin’,

For tag teamin’ and livers a’givin’,

In a beer pong and donkey kong kind of night.

So it’s feet up, bottoms up, you’re up,

For this beer pong and donkey kong kind of night,

Head down, low down, I’m down,

For this beer pong and donkey kong kind of night.

2am and needin’ a pie, that red tang permeating the air,

That trans am needs new tires, but I don’t even care,

Rocco’s got just what I need, and I,

Got them yellow pages rifling with speed,

5-7-3-8-2-9-4, only 30 minutes to your door,

Three drinks down and ready all night,

For some cornfield racing and some bare knuckle fights,

It’s this American dreamin’ and heartland livin’,

Beer pong and donkey kong kind of night.

So it’s feet up, bottoms up, you’re up,

For this beer pong and donkey kong kind of night,

Head down, low down, I’m down,

For this beer pong and donkey kong kind of night.

3am and the girls are on their way,

Five drinks down, how am I gonna ever lay,

Standin’ crooked and seein’ double,

Damn, Pauline’s gonna really be in trouble,

Cardboard boxes all over the floor,

Keg almost gone, but we got so much more,

You see Friday nights ain’t just for lights,

They’re made for strong perfume and jeans so tight,

On that American dream of a heartland queen,

On this beer pong and donkey kong kind of night.

So it’s feet up, bottoms up, you’re up,

Head down, low down, I’m down,

For this beer pong and donkey kong kind of night.

I’m blinded by beer,

Yea I’m triple B in trouble,

I need it on the double,

Triple A send a tow,

Get here fast, not slow,

Send it on the double.

I’m blind as a bat,

Beer goggles can’t do me no good,

Is she a 1, or a 10,

A pig or a rat,

I need a service dog,

Boy lead the way,

Should I go with her,

Or should I stay.

Holy moly,

I need to think,

Maybe call a cop,

Siri dial Axel Foley,

Wait why is he in my phone,

That ain’t right, it ain’t ok,

Siri, what if I slip one by the goalie.

You have time,

Yes time to fix this mistake,

Before its two weeks,

And she texts you I’m late,

It’s not written in stone,

It’s not signed,

It’s not sealed,

No, it’s not fate.

But I’m blinded by beer,

Yea I’m triple B in trouble,

I need it on the double,

Triple A send a tow,

Get here fast, not slow,

Send it on the double.

I need you to sign,

Pinky swear,

Witness,

You were sitting right here,

It’s not my fault,

I was tricked,

I was blinded by beer.

Snowblind, duckblind, faceblind,

Types of blind I don’t mind,

No they don’t bother me a ton,

But I tell you what,

I learned a thing or two,

Beerblind is trouble,

No it ain’t no fun.

I’m blinded by beer,

Yea I’m triple B in trouble,

I need it on the double,

Triple A send a tow,

Get here fast, not slow,

Send it on the double.

Beerblind is trouble,

Beerblind is trouble,

Get here fast,

Right now,

Before she’s late,

I need it on the double.

Because I’m blinded by beer.

I’m blinded by beer,

Yea I’m triple B in trouble,

I need it on the double,

Triple A send a tow,

Get here fast, not slow,

Send it on the double.

Hands in the air if you wanna get lit,

Beers in the air don’t wanna see you sit,

The bartender’s ready, the tap holdin’ steady,

So gather round, and round, and round,

This that bro down town,

Woo,

Gather round, and round, and round, ound, ound, ound, ound, ound, ound,

This that bro down town.

Woo,

I know you can feel it.

10 screens up front, and 10 screens out back,

So introduce yourself to new friends Jim, Johnny, and Jack,

Been hittin’ that gym hard all last week,

This night gonna separate the strong from the meak,

You and the bartender ready, guns holdin’ steady,

So gather round, and round, and round,

This that bro down town,

Woo,

Gather round, and round, and round, ound, ound, ound, ound, ound, ound,

This that bro down town.

Yes it is,

That’s right,

Bro down town.

Stale beer in the air, shoes stuck to the ground,

Tomorrow will full at the lost and found,

You think you’ll have a long night of fun,

Even though you outnumber them by 100 to one,

The cuties are loose, so get that liquid courage boost,

And gather round, and round, and round,

This that bro down town,

Woo,

Gather round, and round, and round, ound, ound, ound, ound, ound, ound,

This that bro down town.

Yes it is,

That’s right,

Bro down town.

Testosterone racing and expletives flying,

Only 15-minutes left, your cell phone is dying,

Almost closing time and ready to make your move,

That Bon Jovi song getting in the groove,

You and the fellas are ready, legs holding steady,

So gather round, and round, and round,

This that bro down town,

Woo,

Gather round, and round, and round, ound, ound, ound, ound, ound, ound,

This that bro down town.

Yes it is,

That’s right,

Bro down town.

Hands in the air if you wanna get lit,

Beers in the air don’t wanna see you sit,

The bartender’s ready, the tap holdin’ steady,

And gather round, and round, and round,

This that bro down town,

Woo,

Gather round, and round, and round, ound, ound, ound, ound, ound, ound,

This that bro down town.

Yes it is,

That’s right,

Bro down town,

This that bro down town,

Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little bro time fellas,

Welcome to bro down town.

1 pound of butter and bacon grease,

Stick to my ribs,

It’s a country boy’s feast,

You northern boys have your Olive Garden,

Your endless lettuce keeps you starvin’,

While us southern boys get our arteries hardened,

By 1 pound of cheddar and pork fat,

Keep the bowls a’comin’,

This is where it’s at.

Plowin’ them fields takes all I got,

Then a night with you really hits the spot,

Like cheesy grits after getting lit,

Getting me ready for another hit,

Like cheesy grits after getting lit.

1am and we just getting started,

Don’t worry boys,

We 2 more hours to get retarded,

Got this recharge juice,

Flowing through our veins,

It’s got so much yellow,

Even our teeth it stains,

Keep that butter churnin,

That stove a’burnin’,

Keep the bowls a’comin’,

I need 1 pound of cheddar and pork fat,

This is where it’s at.

Plowin’ them fields takes all I got,

Then a night with you really hits the spot,

Like cheesy grits after getting lit,

Getting me ready for another hit,

Like cheesy grits after getting lit.

These wobbly legs gettin’ straightened out,

Goin’ five more rounds, without a doubt,

Cobwebs getting cleared from my head,

Got me thinking of doin’ some more plowing instead,

Keep that butter churnin,

That stove a’burnin’,

Keep the bowls a’comin’,

I need 1 pound of cheddar and pork fat,

This is where it’s at.

Plowin’ them fields takes all I got,

Then a night with you really hits the spot,

Like cheesy grits after getting lit,

Getting me ready for another hit,

Like cheesy grits after getting lit.

Plowin’ them fields takes all I got,

Then a night with you really hits the spot,

Like cheesy grits after getting lit,

Getting me ready for another hit,

Like cheesy grits after getting lit.

Come on,

Get up, get up, get up,

Riders up,

Riders up,

Get on up,

Yea, get on up,

Come on, riders up.

Come on now.

This number ten pony, win, place, or show,

You know who you’re dealing with,

You about to get this dough,

This cheddar, dinero, these bucks, this cheese,

Reach for them pockets,

You better not blink, better not sneeze.

So get on out the paddock,

There’s something you gotta see,

There’s something you gotta do,

It’s got something to do with me,

Damn baby, you’re in luck,

So climb, climb, climb,

Yea, climb on up,

Riders up,

Yea, riders up.

Come on,

Get up, get up, get up,

Riders up,

Riders up,

Get on up,

Yea, get on up,

Come on, riders up.

This boy is primed, yea he’s ready to go,

So bet that exacta, trifecta,

Damn, you feelin’ lucky, try the superfecta all fo’,

Got this energy all pent up,

Yea it’s ready to burn,

So get out those binoculars,

We comin’ down the final turn.

Down the stretch they come,

This ain’t real close,

I ain’t much to brag, I ain’t much to boast,

You about to go for the ride of your life,

Damn after tonight,

You’ll be my wife.

So get on out the paddock,

There’s something you gotta see,

There’s something you gotta do,

It’s got something to do with me,

Damn baby, you’re in luck,

So climb, climb, climb,

Yea, climb on up,

Riders up,

Yea, riders up.

Come on,

Get up, get up, get up,

Riders up,

Riders up,

Get on up,

Yea, get on up,

Come on, riders up.

Riders up,

Come on, riders up,

Riders up.

Get up here girl.

Drinkin’ is my favorite pastime,

I’ll take my baseball with a little salt and a lime,

‘Cause when the sun is shinin’ and I head out that door,

It’s time to drink, drink, and drink some more.

It’s as easy as one plus one equals four,

You know that math ain’t my thing,

So drink, drink, and drink some more.

Gather round and and get all your kin,

The keg is open, you can sleep on in,

‘Cause when the sun is shinin’ and you head out that door,

It’s time to drink, drink, and drink some more.

When it’s past 2am,

And you fail to score,

Ain’t nothin’ to do,

But drink, drink, and drink some more.

Drinkin’ is my favorite pastime,

I’ll take my baseball with a little salt and a lime,

‘Cause when the sun is shinin’ and I head out that door,

It’s time to drink, drink, and drink some more.

At the beach,

But stuck in a torrential downpour,

Ain’t nothin’ to do,

But drink, drink, and drink some more.

Gather round and and get all your kin,

The keg is open, you can sleep on in,

‘Cause when the sun is shinin’ and you head out that door,

It’s time to drink, drink, and drink some more.

Lost all my balls, and only on hole four,

Ain’t nothin’ to do,

But drink, drink, and drink some more.

Drinkin’ is my favorite pastime,

I’ll take my baseball with a little salt and a lime,

‘Cause when the sun is shinin’ and I head out that door,

It’s time to drink, drink, and drink some more,

Drink, drink, and drink some more,

Drink, drink, and drink some more

You never know what the night has in store,

When you drink, drink, and drink some more.

No you never know what the night has in store,

When you drink, drink, and drink some more.

So just drink, drink, and drink some more,

When it’s 2AM and you fail to score,

When the math is a little fuzzy and one plus one equals four,

When you’re stuck inside when it starts to pour,

Just drink, drink, and drink some more.

Drinkin’ is my favorite pastime,

I’ll take my baseball with a little salt and a lime,

‘Cause when the sun is shinin’ and I head out that door,

It’s time to drink, drink, and drink some more,

Drink, drink, and drink some more,

Drink, drink, and drink some more

You never know what the night has in store,

When you drink, drink, and drink some more.

Got some brush to clear,

Got some cattle to steer,

That handle at my fingertips ever so near,

I need those strong legs and scales down to the tail,

I’ve got that envy and will never fail,

This ride hasn’t departed,

Get those embers started.

I need that green right now, not later,

So fire up that gator.

Been workin’ like a dog all day,

Liftin’ those logs, bailin’ that hay,

Stomach starting to make a fuss,

Starts real slow, but then it starts to cuss,

I need those fat tires and big bed,

It’s been 8 hours since I’ve been fed.

I need that green right now, not later,

So fire up that gator.

Fire up that gator, get that engine goin’,

Fire up that gator, get that engine goin’,

Fire up that gator, get that engine goin’.

Fire burning hot,

Diesel smelling nice,

I need that green right now, not later,

So fire up that gator.

I need those fat tires and big bed,

It’s been 8 hours since I’ve been fed,

So fire up that gator.

This ride hasn’t departed,

Get those embers started,

So fire up that gator.

I need that green right now, not later,

So fire up that gator.

Fire up that gator, get that engine goin’,

Fire up that gator, get that engine goin’,

Fire up that gator, get that engine goin’.

Fire burning hot,

Diesel smelling nice,

I need that green right now, not later,

So fire up that gator.

I need those fat tires and big bed,

It’s been 8 hours since I’ve been fed,

So fire up that gator.

This ride hasn’t departed,

Get those embers started,

So fire up that gator.

Jimmy I’m so happy you’re back back from your tour,

In that desert, damn, it must be hard to score,

I know just what you need tonight,

We gonna’ celebrate our country’s finest right.

So put those dancin’ shoes on,

And get ready to sing a lot of Jimmy Buffet songs,

We got the whole crew comin’ at eight,

See-ya there bud, now don’t be late,

Now don’t be late.

Semper fi, now pass the rye,

Oorah to our favorite guy,

Here’s to a night of sausage and suds,

Frosty mugs and bear hugs,

Yea, here’s to a night of sausage and suds,

Frosty mugs and bear hugs.

You ain’t in the marines no more,

So go a little more heavy on the pour,

Ten bucks you can’t get that girls’ gram,

On second thought, she’s probably not your jam.

But I see you makin’ the move,

Damn, you jarheads are real smooth,

If you need me, I’ll be your first mate,

Check back in a few weeks, I hope she ain’t late,

No, I hope she ain’t late.

Semper fi, now pass the rye,

Oorah to our favorite guy,

Here’s to a night of sausage and suds,

Frosty mugs and bear hugs,

Yea, here’s to a night of sausage and suds,

Frosty mugs and bear hugs.

Semper fi to all that have served,

Oorah, it’s all well deserved,

You leathernecks need to get wrecked tonight,

We gonna’ celebrate our country’s finest right.

Semper fi, now pass the rye,

Oorah to our favorite guy,

Here’s to a night of sausage and suds,

Frosty mugs and bear hugs,

Yea, here’s to a night of sausage and suds,

Frosty mugs and bear hugs.

Semper fi to all that have served,

Oorah, it’s all well deserved,

You leathernecks need to get wrecked tonight,

We gonna’ celebrate our country’s finest right.

We all need to celebrate the finest tonight.

Let me see you,

Get up, get up,

Let me feel you,

Get up, get up.

Country boys know how to do it,

Country girls know how to do it,

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, get up,

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, get up,

Let me see you,

Get up, get up,

Let me feel you,

Get up, get up.

Get up, get flirty,

Git down, git dirty,

Git, git, git dirty.

That dirty bird,

Git, git, git dirty,

Dirty bird is the word,

Git, git, git dirty,

Git down, git dirty.

Let me see you,

Get up, get up,

Let me feel you,

Get up, get up.

Country boys know how to do it,

Country girls know how to do it,

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, get up,

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, get up,

Let me see you,

Get up, get up,

Let me feel you,

Get up, get up.

Get up, get flirty,

Git down, git dirty,

Git, git, git dirty.

That dirty bird,

Git, git, git dirty,

Dirty bird is the word,

Git, git, git dirty,

Git down, git dirty.

From the east,

From the west,

From the north,

How about that south,

We know how to do it,

Git down, git dirty.

Let’s see that dirt boys,

Let’s see that mud girls,

Git down, git dirty.

Let me see you,

Get up, get up,

Let me feel you,

Get up, get up.

Get up, get flirty,

Git down, git dirty,

Git, git, git dirty.

From the east,

From the west,

From the north,

How about that south,

We know how to do it,

Git down, git dirty.

Country boys know how to do it,

Country girls know how to do it,

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, get up,

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, get up,

Let me see you,

Get up, get up,

Let me feel you,

Get up, get up.

Get up, get flirty,

Git down, git dirty,

Git, git, git dirty.

Git, git, git,

Git dirty.

Git, git, git,

Git dirty.

Stop right there, yea, stop where you at,

Stop right there, gonna give you some facts,

Stop right there, don’t you see those flashing lights,

Stop right there, or you’ll be reading last rites.

Open your eyes, yea, open real wide,

Open your eyes, there ain’t nowhere to hide,

Open your eyes, yea, take it all in,

Open your eyes, it's the last minute and you’re about to win.

Because god is great, and life is damn good,

We startin’ to annebriate,

Tailgate goin’ just like it should,

So many can’t put food on their plate,

And we can afford more if we could,

So hops, yea hops and smell the roses.

Stop right there, don’t want to hear no more,

Stop right there, you running up the score,

Stop right there, take a deep breath,

Stop right there, this ain’t life or death.

Open your eyes, the world awaits,

Open your eyes, there’s more than Megans and Kates,

Open your eyes, you livin’ the dream,

Open your eyes, I need you on my team.

Because god is great, and life is damn good,

We startin’ to annebriate,

Tailgate goin’ just like it should,

So many can’t put food on their plate,

And we can afford more if we could,

So hops, yea hops and smell the roses.

Violets are blue and roses are red,

So hops hops hops, right on into my bed,

Yea, hops hops hops right on into my bed.

God is great, and life is damn good,

We startin’ to annebriate,

Tailgate goin’ just like it should,

So hops, yea hops and smell the roses.

Stop right there, yea, stop where you at,

Stop right there, gonna give you some facts,

Hops and smell the roses.

Roses are blue, and violets are red,

So hops hops hops, right on into my bed,

Yea, hops hops hops right on into my bed.

God is great, and life is damn good,

We startin’ to annebriate,

Tailgate goin’ just like it should,

So hops, yea hops and smell the roses.

Stop right there, yea, stop where you at,

Stop right there, gonna give you some facts,

Hops and smell the roses.

Roses are blue, and violets are red,

So hops hops hops, right on into my bed,

Yea, hops hops hops right on into my bed.

Working like a dog for two days straight,

Thinking about the weekend and that tailgate,

The beer will be flowing and the sun will be strong,

Your tears will be flowing when the score goes wrong,

But I’m restless and daydreamin out here on the floor,

I need something fun, I need something more.

I don’t have no more overtime, the boss will be pissed,

But if I leave this floor right now I won’t even be missed,

The wheels keep churning and the grease still wet,

The paint is dry and it’s as smooth as it’s gonna get.

So what do you think,

So what do you say,

We can party like the weekend,

Hit up Shuckers on the bay.

I think you know what time it is,

It’s hump day, drunk day,

Drunk day, hump day.

Let’s party like it’s Saturday in the middle of the week,

Three shots patron and you ain’t even hit your peak,

Four shots with the waitress, hey now’s your chance,

The crowd is thin and you got the whole place to dance,

Do that irish jig, the electric slide for all I care,

This hump day feelin’ is like nothing else I swear.

So what do you think,

So what do you say,

We can party like it’s Sunday,

Watchin’ them boys play,

Don’t need to wait for the weekend,

Hit up Shuckers on the bay.

I think you know what time it is,

It’s hump day, drunk day,

Drunk day, hump day.

Thank you gen-z,

This 4-day work week feelin’ pretty good,

The next beer’s on me,

On this drunk day, hump day.

Let’s make it permanent,

52-weeks a year,

This drunk day, hump day.

So what do you think,

So what do you say,

We can party like the weekend,

Hit up Shuckers on the bay.

I think you know what time it is,

It’s hump day, drunk day,

Drunk day, hump day.

52-weeks a year,

Drunk day, hump day.

Hump day, drunk day.

That Silverado won’t touch the floor,

That F-150 don’t want no more.

Just put it on ice,

Yea, it will be real nice.

When you jack, jack, jack, it up.

That bump in the road, ain’t no hit,

It’s Sunday morning, and we about to get lit.

Fire in our throat,

Bow down to the goat.

So jack, jack, just jack it up,

Jack, jack, just jack it up.

Get higher now,

Let me see you a few feet off the ground,

Now do some work.

Jack, jack, jack it up,

Just jack, jack, jack it up.

Down in the cave springs of southern tennessee,

Just jack it up.

Up in the muddy shallows of central kentucky,

Jack, jack, jack, it up.

Get higher now,

Let me see you a few feet off the ground,

Now do some work.

Jack, jack, jack it up,

Just jack, jack, jack it up.

It don’t feel right, you can’t be alone,

Get down, you’ll feel right at home,

When you jack it up.

Those Spanish mamis, they never set,

So float high right over that net,

When you jack it up.

Just put it on ice,

Yea, it will be real nice.

When you jack, jack, jack, it up.

So jack, jack, just jack it up,

Jack, jack, just jack it up.

Get higher now,

Let me see you a few feet off the ground,

Now do some work.

Jack, jack, jack it up,

Just jack, jack, jack it up.

I’m breaking up with beer,

This ain’t no love song,

It’s a sad goodbye song,

And let me be clear.

You done me wrong,

I lost my lady,

You were driving me crazy,

So I have to wish you so long.

Yea, I’m breaking up with beer,

This ain’t no love song,

It’s a sad goodbye song,

You had me stuck in first gear.

Man, you got me good,

All those late nights,

Wasn’t putting up a fight,

Wasn’t performing like I should.

And there is something else too,

You burned a hole in my pocket,

Lit up like a bottle rocket,

So I’m breaking up with you.

Yea, I’m breaking up with you.

Don’t want to hear it’s not you, it’s me,

Let me tell you something,

You are good for nothing,

I’m sober and now I can see.

Yea, I’m breaking up with beer,

This ain’t no love song,

It’s a sad goodbye song,

And let me be clear.

You done me wrong,

I lost my lady,

You were driving me crazy,

So I have to wish you so long.

I never thought it would end this way,

When I cracked you open,

It felt like we were elopin’,

You kept begging me to stay.

But I’ll tell you what,

I feel so much lighter,

Like a prize fighter,

Just take a look at my gut.

Doc says I’ve had a few,

My liver can’t take it,

Ayy more we’re gonna break it,

So I’m breaking up with you.

Yea, I’m breaking up with you.

Yea, I’m breaking up with beer,

This ain’t no love song,

It’s a sad goodbye song,

You had me stuck in first gear.

Man, you got me good,

All those late nights,

Wasn’t putting up a fight,

Wasn’t performing like I should.

So, I’m breaking up with you,

Breaking up with you,

Goodbye to beer,

I’m breaking up with you.

This ain’t no love song,

It’s a sad goodbye song,

So long.

I’m the whole hog,

Yes I’m the whole hog,

Mmm hmm,

Never forget it baby.

I’m not going to boar you with some made up tale,

I’m not going to put up with no dish with some kale,

I’m hot for the trot and ready for a little spit roasting,

I’ve got my eyes on you and this body’s ready for toasting,

A lot of this skin, cracklin’ in your mouth,

Like Scott’s down in the deep deep south.

Not just the shoulder, the ribs, the belly, or butt,

This big ol’ boy gonna get you out of that rut,

Cause I’m the whole hog,

Yes I’m the whole hog,

Mmm hmm,

Never forget it baby.

So get me in the ground with some hot rocks,

So let me simmer on those wood blocks,

So pet me with that sweet vinegar paste,

So bet you never gonna put any meat to waste,

A fete done the low country way,

All set gonna get roasted all day, and day, and day.

Not just the shoulder, the ribs, the belly, or butt,

This big ol’ boy gonna get you out of that rut,

Cause I’m the whole hog,

Yes I’m the whole hog,

Mmm hmm,

Never forget it baby.

You better get over those little boys,

You better stop playing with those little toys,

You better get over those boys with the soy,

You better get over being so coy,

A letter came for you from your mama,

3-setter, game, set, match, no need for any drama.

Girl, you better get out of that rut,

Not just the shoulder, the ribs, the belly, or butt,

You need the whole hog,

Mmm hmm,

You need the whole hog sweetie,

Never forget it.

I’m hot for the trot and ready for a little spit roasting,

I’ve got my eyes on you and this body’s ready for toasting,

A lot of this skin, cracklin’ in your mouth,

Like Scott’s down in the deep deep south.

I’m the whole hog.

Not just the shoulder, the ribs, the belly, or butt,

This big ol’ boy gonna get you out of that rut,

Cause I’m the whole hog,

I’m the whole hog.

When we swim in that whiskey river,

We don’t care about our dam liver,

‘Cause you and tequila can make us crazy,

A few cold Buds can make us lazy,

We hear that beer never breaks any hearts,

‘Cause a little Jack is where it starts,

Some may think rum is the reason,

But maybe it’s May and julip season.

This is a drinking song,

You’ve been waiting for all along,

This is the anthem for the upstart,

This is the booze that’s more like art.

I’m on the back porch without a care,

So you and Johnny go fight a bear,

And you and Jim go ahead and stare,

You see, we never need a gal,

When it’s just me and my mezcal pal,

Yea, we never need a gal,

When it’s just me and my mezcal pal.

Give me some of that green Del Maguey,

Over that mean bitter ol’ IPA,

You may be livin’ la vida mas fina,

But I got me and my giant tina,

That smoky fermentation is sweet,

On ice or even when neat,

We don’t need to go down mexico way,

We get our fix on the farm or the bay.

This is a drinking song,

You’ve been waiting for all along,

This is the anthem for the upstart,

This is the booze that’s more like art.

I’m on the back porch without a care,

So you and Johnny go fight a bear,

And you and Jim go ahead and stare,

You see, we never need a gal,

When it’s just me and my mezcal pal,

Yea, we never need a gal,

When it’s just me and my mezcal pal.

Get those reps in,

Up, down, up down,

Let me hear that bang and bing,

And let gravity do its thing.

Mother nature is something to behold.

It’s closing time,

About to hit the lights,

Better get those lulus off,

Yea, don’t want to see those tights.

Got the mat rolled up,

Your trainer has to go,

8, 9, 10 curls in the books,

Now it’s time for the show.

Yea, it’s time for the show,

Mother nature is something to behold.

Get those reps in,

Up, down, up down,

Let me hear that bang and bing,

And let gravity do its thing.

Got that g thing,

That bang and bing thing,

That you and me thing,

That g, g, g, thing.

Come get those reps in.

Up, down.

Come on now,

Up, down,

Up, down.

Let me hear that bang and bing,

And let gravity do its thing.

Gonna teach you about that g thing,

That Newton thing,

And not that mass thing,

That tex-ass thing,

That g, g, g, thing.

Get those reps in,

Up, down, up down,

Let me hear that bang and bing,

And let gravity do its thing.

It’s closing time,

About to hit the lights,

Better get those lulus off,

Yea, don’t want to see those tights.

Come on now,

Up, down,

Up, down.

Let me hear that bang and bing,

And let gravity do its thing.

Mother nature is something to behold,

When gravity does its thing.

It’s getting too hot,

Can’t handle that smoke,

It’s gettin’ too late,

Gotta get on out,

Gotta go for broke.

It’s getting too low,

Can’t handle that height,

It’s gettin’ too dark,

Gotta see the day.

Gotta see the light.

So pop that top,

Get it off now,

Yea, get it off now.

Cool her down,

And light ‘er up,

Light ‘er up boys,

Light ‘er up,

Light ‘er up boys.

Let’s get it lit,

Yea, let’s get it lit,

That flame, that spark,

That flame, that spark,

Let’s get it lit,

Soon it’s dark,

So let’s get it lit.

And pop that top,

Get it off now,

Yea pop that top off,

Get it off now.

Cool her down,

And light ‘er up,

Light ‘er up boys,

Light ‘er up,

Light ‘er up boys.

Cool, cool, cool her down,

Down, down, down, down, down,

And light ‘er up.

That flame, that spark,

That flame, that spark,

And light ‘er up.

Light ‘er up boys,

Light ‘er up now,

Light ‘er up boys,

Light ‘er up now.

Pop, pop, pop that top,

Off, off, off, off, off, now,

Yea, get it off now,

And light ‘er up.

It’s getting too hot,

Can’t handle that smoke,

It’s gettin’ too late,

Gotta get on out,

Gotta go for broke.

So cool her down,

And light ‘er up,

Light ‘er up boys,

Light ‘er up,

Light ‘er up boys.

Light ‘er up boys,

Light ‘er up now,

So cool her down,

And light ‘er up.

Come fire it up,

Come fire it up,

Come fire,

Fire,

Fire it up.

This wood’s ready, let’s go.

Two fifty you about to get lit on up,

It’s 5am, lights on in my truck,

This Texas boy, damn he’s in luck.

Sauce you up, you’ve been on point,

Been setting this boy on fire,

You’ve been smokin’ up this joint.

For 15-hours, been making amends,

Low and slow, we give it a try, we give it a go,

Like some burnt ends,

Yea, like some burnt ends.

Yea, come fire it up,

Come fire it up.

Two fifty, get lit,

Get lit,

Get lit,

Get lit,

Yea, light it up.

Sauce you up, you’ve been on point,

Been setting this boy on fire,

You’ve been smokin’ up this joint.

For 15-hours, been making amends,

Low and slow, we give it a try, we give it a go,

Like some burnt ends,

Yea, like some burnt ends.

When the night ends,

Shake those burnt ends,

Shake, shake, shake,

Shake those burnt ends.

Come on girl,

You got it good,

Come on girl,

I knew you would.

So shake, shake, shake,

Those burnt ends.

Let’s get straight to the point,

Light it up, let’s smoke up this joint.

With those burnt ends.

For 15-hours, been making amends,

Low and slow, we give it a try, we give it a go,

Like some burnt ends,

Yea, like some burnt ends.

This wood’s ready, let’s go.

Got one in the chamber,

And ten in the clip,

Yea, one honey on my arm,

And let’s see if those ten can handle this drip.

Celly charged up,

Tonight is gonna be lit,

Got that Uber on call,

XL so there’s a spot for all the honeys’ to sit.

Sit right here, pretend it’s a rodeo,

Hang on tight, and enjoy the show,

Yea, enjoy the show.

It’s after 1, and we’re doing it right,

First call, last call, don’t matter at all,

Because we’re locked and fully loaded tonight,

Yea, locked and fully loaded tonight.

The dance floor is bumpin’,

And the honeys are grindin’,

The whiskey is flowin’,

And none of us are mindin’.

‘Cause the mood yea it’s startin’ to turn,

The air is warm,

And the sweat is drippin’,

Those boots comin’ undone,

And causin’ some trippin.

It’s after 1, and we’re doing it right,

First call, last call, don’t matter at all,

Because we’re locked and fully loaded tonight,

Yea, locked and fully loaded tonight.

Locked, locked, locked, and fully loaded,

Locked, locked, locked, and fully loaded,

One honey on my arm,

And those ten can handle this drip.

Celly charged up,

Tonight’s been lit,

Got that Uber on call,

XL so all you honeys’ can sit.

Sit right here, pretend it’s a rodeo,

Hang on tight, and enjoy the show,

Yea, enjoy the show.

It’s after 1, and we’re doing it right,

First call, last call, don’t matter at all,

Because we’re locked and fully loaded tonight,

Yea, locked and fully loaded tonight.

Locked, locked, locked, and fully loaded,

Locked, locked, locked, and fully loaded,

One honey on my arm,

And those ten can handle this drip.

It’s after 1, and we’re doing it right,

First call, last call, don’t matter at all,

Because we’re locked and fully loaded tonight,

Yea, locked and fully loaded tonight.

They say dogs are a man’s best friend,

They can get you over breakups,

They can put you on the mend.

But there ain’t nothin’ about a friend on all fours,

That I can’t get elsewhere,

From my friends Yuengling and Coors.

And my boys Johnny, Jack, and Jim,

Those three j’s are stars,

They can fix any situation I’m in,

Yea, fix any situation I’m in.

But let me tell you something.

Life sure does come at you fast,

When you livin’ for the future,

And you forget about the past.

That’s why I found love,

Yes I found love,

At the bottom of this glass.

She’s one thousand miles away,

Probably havin’ a ball,

Livin’ like it’s summer,

And I’m stuck in fall.

So pour me another,

Bartender make it quick,

This feelin’ might leave,

I want to make it stick,

Yea, make it stick.

Life sure does come at you fast,

When you livin’ for the future,

And you forget about the past.

That’s why I found love,

Yes I found love,

At the bottom of this glass.

Hit me bartender, I need to make it last,

I just found love at the bottom of this glass.

Who needs a woman,

With all the sass,

When you can find love,

Right here in this glass.

Here in this glass,

In this glass.

Hit me bartender, I need to make it last,

I just found love at the bottom of this glass.

So pour me another,

Bartender make it quick,

This feelin’ might leave,

I want to make it stick,

Yea, make it stick.

Life sure does come at you fast,

When you livin’ for the future,

And you forget about the past.

That’s why I found love,

Yes I found love,

At the bottom of this glass.

I don’t need no they or them, but I sure as hell take a Heineken,

I don’t want no he or him, but I damn well like a salted rim,

I don’t care if you’re black or white, bartender pour me that cold Bud light,

I don’t answer to she or her, my highest life is with uncle Miller,

I don’t use none to open doors, all I need is my buddy Coors,

I don’t care if you accuse me of no crime, just hand me that Corona with lime.

I think by now something must be clear,

My pronouns are I Love Beer,

I love beer,

Let’s be clear,

I love beer.

Don’t have no MBA, don’t keep no PHD,

Only things you’ll get are I and me,

It’s Saturday, that means it’s gameday,

Gonna’ watch my Lions play, my pronouns gonna’ be I, P, and A.

‘Cause I love beer.

I think by now something must be clear,

My pronouns are I love beer,

I love beer,

Let’s be clear,

I love beer.

I’ll take it bitter or sour, as long as I get that giant beer tower,

I’ll take a night in jail, as long as I get that smooth Belgian ale,

I’ll take it on a 500 mile, and I don’t mean that Busch like Kyle,

I’ll take it near or far, I’ll even settle for a cold PBR,

‘Cause I love beer.

I think by now something must be clear,

My pronouns are I love beer,

I love Beer,

Let’s be clear,

I love beer.

I think by now something must be clear,

My pronouns are I Love Beer,

I love beer,

Let’s be clear,

I love beer.

One sip, this ain’t nothin’,

A piece of cake,

Two sips, you feelin’ good,

So the hell with it,

What difference will the whole bottle make,

Damn girl,

You’ll find out when you wake.

Yea, you’ll find out when you wake.

Come on now, let’s go.

Livin’ life one sip, two sips, whole bottle,

Livin’ life on the gun, on the run, full throttle,

We goin’ full throttle all night,

With the whole bottle tonight.

Bottle Jack, bottle Jim,

It don’t matter,

It’s a win.

Bottle Cap, bottle Pap,

It’s all good,

It’s a rap.

Having fun one sip, two sips, whole bottle,

Having fun in the sun, next to none, full throttle,

We goin’ full throttle all night,

With the whole bottle tonight.

One sip, this ain’t nothin’,

A piece of cake,

Two sips, you feelin’ good,

So the hell with it,

What difference will the whole bottle make,

Damn girl,

You’ll find out when you wake.

Yea, you’ll find out when you wake.

Livin’ life one sip, two sips, whole bottle,

Livin’ life on the gun, on the run, full throttle,

We goin’ full throttle all night,

With the whole bottle tonight.

Bottle Jack, bottle Jim,

It don’t matter,

It’s a win.

Bottle Cap, bottle Pap,

It’s all good,

It’s a rap.

Having fun one sip, two sips, whole bottle,

Having fun in the sun, next to none, full throttle,

We goin’ full throttle all night,

With the whole bottle tonight.

What difference will the whole bottle make,

You’ll find out when you wake.

This is a whole new kind of drinking song,

One that is sure to get them all fired up,

Giddy up, get those horses going,

So everyone crack open your favorite pale yellow brew,

This ones for you.

I don’t know what to call it, they, them, she, or he,

But I do know that shit you sell tastes a whole lot like pee.

So why don’t you get the hell out of here,

With that pale yellow liquid you call beer.

This Pennsylvania boy thought it was plain to see,

A comes before B, and 2 before 3,

And you only drink from America’s oldest brewery,

That’s why we’re all best to stay clear,

Of that pale yellow liquid they call beer.

I don’t know what to call it, they, them, she, or he,

But I do know that shit you sell tastes a whole lot like pee.

So why don’t you get the hell out of here,

With that pale yellow liquid you call beer.

What the hell is happening to American male life expectancy,

I got a theory, not a fact, so don’t blame me,

It might have something to do with that shit that looks like pee,

They say we got nothing to fear,

But when I see that pale yellow liquid they call beer,

I keep thinking an early death is near.

I don’t know what to call it, they, them, she, or he,

But I do know that shit you sell tastes a whole lot like pee.

So why don’t you get the hell out of here,

With that pale yellow liquid you call beer.

This Pennsylvania boy thought it was plain to see,

A comes before B, and 2 before 3,

And you only drink from America’s oldest brewery,

That’s why we’re all best to stay clear,

Of that pale yellow liquid they call beer.

I don’t know what to call it, they, them, she, or he,

But I do know that shit you sell tastes a whole lot like pee.

So why don’t you get the hell out of here,

With that pale yellow liquid you call beer.

He’s rockin’ that dad bod,

Rockin’ them two bills,

He’s rockin’ that dad bod,

Rockin’ them no frills,

He’s rockin’ that dad bod,

And at the bar he kills.

The only gym he uses starts with a slim,

His juice cleanse has salt on the rim,

The only dance he knows starts with a bill,

His tan lines come from his window sill,

The only thing light is his bud,

His ideal date is his truck in the mud.

Because….

He’s rockin’ that dad bod,

Rockin’ them two bills,

He’s rockin’ that dad bod,

Rockin’ them no frills,

He’s rockin’ that dad bod,

And with the ladies he kills.

The only greens he likes end in back,

He doesn’t know Jillian, but he sure knows Jack,

The only 6-pack he sees is after 8,

His weekend sweat is at the tailgate,

The only free he likes is after bogo,

His smokes, his cokes, and his mayo.

Because….

He’s rockin’ that dad bod,

Rockin’ them two bills,

He’s rockin’ that dad bod,

Rockin’ them no frills,

He’s rockin’ that dad bod,

And like Leo he kills.

He’s rockin’ that dad bod,

Rockin’ them two bills,

He’s rockin’ that dad bod,

Rockin’ them two bills.

Keep rockin’ those dad bods.

Ladies, where’s all those sexy mom bods at tonight,

We didn’t forget about you, you know,

She’s rockin’ that mom bod,

Rockin’ them nice hips,

She’s rockin’ that mom bod,

She’s rockin those juicy, hahaha you know,

She’s rockin’ that mom bod,

And fella’s enjoy the show.

Keep rockin’ that dad bod,

Keep rockin’ that mom bod.

We going for rounds and rounds tonight,

Maybe 9 it seems just about right,

Baby, you just gonna’ have to fight,

In those rounds and rounds.

Round 1, you ready for a lot,

Round 2, you takin’ some shots,

Round 3, got you up against the cage,

Round 4, gettin’ low on the gauge.

We going for rounds and rounds tonight,

Maybe 9 it seems just about right,

Baby, you just gonna’ have to fight,

In those rounds and rounds.

Round 5, we dripping with sweat,

Round 6, really getting so wet,

Round 7, got you down on the mat,

Round 8, let’s go you ready to tap.

We going for rounds and rounds tonight,

Maybe 9 it seems just about right,

Baby, you just gonna’ have to fight,

In those rounds and rounds.

Round 9, you and me have some hope,

Round 10, you up against the ropes,

Round 11, the pressure it starting to mount,

Round 12, you down for the count.

We going for rounds and rounds tonight,

Maybe 9 it seems just about right,

Baby, you just gonna’ have to fight,

In those rounds and rounds.

You pound for pound at the top,

#1 contender you deserve a shot,

Me and you aint’ ever gonna stop.

We going for rounds and rounds tonight,

Maybe 9 it seems just about right,

Baby, you just gonna’ have to fight,

In those rounds and rounds.

Seen those grease stains,

And them power tools,

Seen that brand new scope,

And breaking rules,

Seen that old guitar,

And them gator hats,

Seen that John Deere,

And those big ol’ cats.

This girl is heaven sent,

He answered my prayers,

This girl’s an angel,

Heck, he even stares.

All along, thought I got hit with lady luck,

But damn, she can’t handle this truck,

In second gear and that clutch is getting stuck,

Ain’t no ridin’ this truck,

She can’t handle this truck.

Got that thermostat turned to 68,

Got a white claw at the tailgate,

Got that boot barn card maxed out,

Got a manicure and wants to pout.

All along, thought I got hit with lady luck,

But damn, she can’t handle this truck,

In second gear and that clutch is getting stuck,

Ain’t no ridin’ this truck,

She can’t handle this truck.

I should have known, this was too good to be true,

Sorry mom, I should have listened to you,

When you see a deere and a big ol’ cat,

Better make sure you don’t smell a rat,

Now at the bar and we are getting stairs,

Lord, stop answering my prayers.

All along, thought I got hit with lady luck,

But damn, she can’t handle this truck,

In second gear and that clutch is getting stuck,

Ain’t no ridin’ this truck,

She can’t handle this truck.

All along, thought I got hit with lady luck,

But damn, she can’t handle this truck,

In second gear and that clutch is getting stuck,

Ain’t no ridin’ this truck,

She can’t handle this truck.

In second gear and that clutch is getting stuck,

Ain’t no ridin’ this truck,

She can’t handle this truck,

She can’t handle this truck,

She can’t handle this truck.

She’s got no panties on,

Ready to party tonight,

She’s got no panties on,

Ready to turn up right.

She’s got no panties on,

Dancin’ down Broadway tonight,

She’s got no panties on,

Ready to turn up right.

He’s got no boxers on,

Livin’ free as a bird tonight,

He’s got no boxers on,

Ready to turn up right.

He’s got no boxers on,

Drinkin’ Jack Daniels tonight,

He’s got no boxers on,

Ready to turn up right.

They don’t care what their mamma said,

They’re all grown up and ready to drink all night.

They don’t care what their daddy said,

It’s 2am and close it down they might.

It’s a Tennessee summer and them margaritas have them high as a kite,

Drinkin’ out a cowboy boot and eating them hot chicken bites.

So she’s got no panties on,

Ready to party tonight.

He’s got no boxers on,

Ready to turn up right.

They’re all grown up and ready to drink all night.

So she’s got no panties on,

Ready to party tonight.

He’s got no boxers on,

Ready to turn up right.

They’re all grown up and ready to drink all night.

Look at them tight fitting dresses.

Look at them tight fitting jeans.

Born free, live free, that’s my motto.

Damn right, take them layers off.

Shake what your mamma gave ya.

She’s got no panties on,

Ready to party tonight.

Singin’ Garth in the shower on a Friday night,

Windows open, takin’ in the moonlight,

Yellin’ like I’m at an American honky-tonk bar,

I’m three pina coladas in, better call a car,

Yea, you better call a car.

Just singin’ Garth in the shower on a Friday night.

Just another typical Friday night.

Singin’ Garth in the shower on a Friday night,

Windows open, takin in the moonlight,

Low places watching water down the drain,

Thunder rolling after the shower’s rain,

Yea thunder rolling after the shower’s rain.

Just singin’ Garth in the shower on a Friday night.

Just another typical Friday night.

I’m singin’ Garth in the shower on a Friday night,

Windows open, takin’ in the moonlight,

Ready for a night with my baby, it’s gonna’ be huge,

Hell, she may even sing a little Baton Rouge,

We’ll be callin’ you sweet Baton Rouge.

Just singin’ Garth in the shower on a Friday night.

Just another typical Friday night.

I’m singin’ Garth in the shower on a Friday night,

Windows open, takin’ in the moonlight,

It’s less than a memory in this joint,

Tomorrow will never come at this point,

No, it will never come at this point.

We all need a bit more Garth in our life,

Even if she’s much too young to be my wife,

Much too young to be my wife.

But papa loved mama when they were down on their luck,

From sundown ‘til the sun comes up,

Yea, loved her ‘ti the sun comes up.

I’m singin’ Garth in the shower on a Friday night,

Windows open, takin’ in the moonlight.

Garth in the shower on a Friday night,

Windows open, takin’ in the moonlight.

Just another typical Friday night.

Doin’ the dance on a Friday night,

Me and Garth on a Friday night.

Singin’ Garth in the shower on a Friday night,

Windows open, takin’ in the moonlight,

Yellin’ like I’m at an American honky-tonk bar,

I’m three pina coladas in, better call a car,

Yea, you better call a car.

Just singin’ Garth in the shower on a Friday night.

One we gettin’ ready,

Two you put up a fight,

Three you got your ticket,

Four we gettin’ gone, gone, gone tonight,

Yes, it’s time,

For some sugarcane pain.

Let’s get gone, gone, gone tonight,

Get gone, gone, gone, gone, gone,

And bring that sugarcane pain.

Mint, lime, it all does the trick,

Highball or shooter,

Hell, why not some chile for some kick,

Bring on that sugarcane pane.

Not a matter of if, but of when,

Get those nuts on the table,

Bump that Chesney to 10,

I got you sugarcane pane.

One we gettin’ ready,

Two you put up a fight,

Three you got your ticket,

Four we gettin’ gone, gone, gone tonight,

Yes, it’s time,

For some sugarcane pain.

Let that pain rain, rain, rain, rain, rain,

From that sweet sugarcane,

Sugarcane pain.

10am and the coffee’s nice and jet black,

Aspirin popped one after another,

And the flapjacks are stacked,

Damn, that sugarcane pane.

We got gone, gone, gone last night,

Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone,

And got that sugarcane pain.

One we gettin’ ready,

Two you put up a fight,

Three you got your ticket,

Four we gettin’ gone, gone, gone tonight,

Yes, it’s time,

For some sugarcane pain.

Let that pain rain, rain, rain, rain, rain,

From that sweet sugarcane,

Sugarcane pain.

World is spinning and spinning around,

Text and text your phone,

But you ain’t comin’ down,

Damn, that sugarcane pane.

One we gettin’ ready,

Two you put up a fight,

Three you got your ticket,

Four we gettin’ gone, gone, gone tonight,

Yes, it’s time,

For some sugarcane pain.

Let that pain rain, rain, rain, rain, rain,

From that sweet sugarcane,

Sugarcane pain.

I’m her tall boy man.

Sixteen-years you’ve been at this game,

Sixteen-tears you been cryin’ in the rain,

Sixteen-peers don’t even know your name,

Sixteen-beers needed to stop the pain.

I’m fifty-percent more than what’s in your can,

I’m one-point-five times the american man,

Getting drunk on me is in her plan,

Because I’m her tall boy man.

Sixteen of me, gonna be all she sees,

Twelve of you, she gonna kick back another few,

I’m her tall boy man.

With my sixteen ounce, she ready to pounce,

That twelve of you, and she ready to bounce,

I’m her tall boy man.

I’m fifty-percent more than what’s in your can,

I’m one-point-five times the american man,

Getting drunk on me is in her plan,

Because I’m her tall boy man.

Sixteen-hours we been goin’ all night,

Sixteen-towers and nothing light,

Sixteen-powers that be are in for a fight,

Sixteen-cowards like you are turning white.

‘Cause I’m fifty-percent more than what’s in your can,

I’m one-point-five times the american man,

Getting drunk on me is in her plan,

Because I’m her tall boy man.

Sixteen of me, gonna be all she sees,

Twelve of you, she gonna kick back another few,

I’m her tall boy man.

With my sixteen ounce, she ready to pounce,

That twelve of you, and she ready to bounce,

I’m her tall boy man.

I’m fifty-percent more than what’s in your can,

I’m one-point-five times the american man,

Getting drunk on me is in her plan.

I’m her tall boy man.

I’m her tall boy man.

I’m her tall boy man.

I’m fifty-percent more than what’s in your can,

I’m one-point-five times the american man,

Getting drunk on me is in her plan,

Because I’m her tall boy man.

With my sixteen ounce, she ready to pounce,

That twelve of you, and she ready to bounce,

I’m her tall boy man.

Getting drunk on me is in her plan,

Because I’m her tall boy man.

Who’s thirsty,

Raise those glasses high,

You thirst trap saps.

Beer, whiskey, a little tequila to boot,

Cocked, loaded, but not time to shoot,

Goin’ to the well and comin’ up dry,

But keep goin’ back for another try.

Tap, tap, tap,

Give those thumbs some work,

Tap, tap, tap,

Let’s see that southern twerk.

Tap, tap, tap,

Give that hand some rest,

Tap, tap, tap,

You facin’ up against the best.

Tap, tap, tap,

Tap, tap, tap,

Look at that thirst trap sap.

Tap, tap, tap,

Tap, tap, tap,

Look at that thirst trap sap.

Come on now,

Raise those glasses high,

You thirst trap saps.

Beer, whiskey, a little tequila sounds right,

Designated driver, you goin’ thirsty tonight,

Goin’ to the well but no wishes to make,

But keep goin’ back for heavens sake.

Tap, tap, tap,

Give those thumbs some work,

Tap, tap, tap,

Let’s see that southern twerk.

Tap, tap, tap,

Give that hand some rest,

Tap, tap, tap,

You facin’ up against the best.

Tap, tap, tap,

Tap, tap, tap,

Look at that thirst trap sap.

Like, swipe, you doin’ it wrong,

Grab yourself a handle with this country song,

Beer, whiskey, a little tequila to boot,

Cocked, loaded, it might be your time to shoot,

Tap, tap, tap,

Tap, tap, tap,

Don’t be that thirst trap sap.

Tap, tap, tap,

Tap, tap, tap,

Don’t be that thirst trap sap.

Come on now,

Raise those glasses high,

You thirst trap saps.

Tap, tap, tap,

Give those thumbs some work,

Tap, tap, tap,

Let’s see that southern twerk.

Look at that thirst trap sap.

Central Park West, oh no this ain’t,

You in the country now hun,

So don’t you faint.

No walk-in closets,

No espresso beans,

The earth is our canvas,

No fancy art scenes.

‘Case the dirt is red,

And the sky is blue,

Rain gods come at night,

And say, this mud’s for you.

Say hello to the king of deers,

Say howdy to the king of steers,

On your hands and knees,

Sing to this verse,

Let me hear it loud,

Let me hear it first,

So repeat after me,

Come on, let’s go.

The dirt is red,

The dirt is red,

And the sky is blue,

And the sky is blue,

Rain gods come at night,

Rain gods come at night,

And say, this mud’s for you,

And say, this mud’s for you.

Those jeans are white,

Those jeans are white,

And that fair skin too,

And that fair skin too,

We doin’ it right,

We doin’ it right,

‘Cause this mud’s for you,

‘Cause this mud’s for you.

Yea let me tell you something about our little piece of land,

There ain’t no walk-in closets,

No espresso beans,

The earth is our canvas,

No fancy art scenes.

But I have a feeling,

Van Gogh would have loved it here,

Along with all those vineyards,

He could paint some beer.

‘Case the dirt is red,

And the sky is blue,

Rain gods come at night,

And say, this mud’s for you.

Yea the dirt is red,

And the sky is blue,

Rain gods come at night,

And say, this mud’s for you.

This mud’s for you, and you, and you,

This mud’s for all of you,

This mud’s for you.

That night it started out innocent enough,

My boys, some cold ones, left the keys to my truck,

We up a touch, it’s late, time to put this one away,

She ain’t up to much, it’s late, hey girl what do you say.

Goin’ for ten, no fifteen, damn, what a dumb mistake,

It’s gone, yea for good, due to five minutes by the lake,

It’s not my fault, it’s like, a voodoo witches spell,

It’s too late to halt, that 2am, notification bell.

I thought right, but was so wrong, can’t take those 5 minutes back,

We’re derailed, it’s gone, I went off the track,

Yea, I thought a lifetime she would be with me,

But damn, that whiskey so risky.

Yea, that whiskey so risky.

I think that crown would look much better on you,

I wish that Johnny wasn’t the only one feelin’ so blue,

I hoped hat Jill would be so much more lonely up on that hill,

I regret to admit that handle won’t need any chill.

That night, can’t take back, yea it’s gone for good,

It’s all just 80 proof of the danger under the hood,

Next time that stand will not only get the keys to my truck,

It’ll get my phone, yea, go at it, swipe right for some luck.

I thought right, but was so wrong, can’t take those 5 minutes back,

We’re derailed, it’s gone, I went off the track,

Yea, I thought a lifetime she would be with me,

But damn, that whiskey so risky.

Yea, that whisky so risky.

High risk, high reward,

That’s whisky all right.

My thumbs made a mess,

Now can’t sleep at night.

Damn, whisky, you so risky.

I thought right, but was so wrong, can’t take those 5 minutes back,

We’re derailed, it’s gone, I went off the track,

Yea, I thought a lifetime she would be with me,

But damn, that whiskey so risky.

I think that crown would look much better on you,

I wish that Johnny wasn’t the only one feelin’ so blue,

I hoped hat Jill would be so much more lonely up on that hill,

I regret to admit that handle won’t need any chill.

I thought right, but was so wrong, can’t take those 5 minutes back,

We’re derailed, it’s gone, I went off the track,

Yea, I thought a lifetime she would be with me,

But damn, that whiskey so risky.

Yea, that whisky so risky.

Damn, whisky, why you so risky.

I still love you though,

Whisky so risky.

Little Johnny has a t-ball game at 2,

Little Susie has a recital, and lost her shoe,

Little Rover needs a walk real bad,

But that little itty bitty scratch makes me so sad.

Yea, you may say it’s a disease,

A little mental instability,

But you knew about this when I got down on one knee,

It may be a little crazy, yea it may just be a curse,

But the truck comes first.

The truck comes first when the going gets hard,

The truck comes first when I’m needed in the yard,

The truck comes first when it’s time for the store,

The truck comes first when you say you need some more.

Yea, the truck comes first every day of the week,

The truck comes first, need it humming at its peak,

Vroom, vroom, vroom, damn it just sprung a little leak,

And it ain’t no time for hide and seek.

Yea, you may say it’s a disease,

A little mental instability,

But you knew about this when I got down on one knee,

It may be a little crazy, yea it may just be a curse,

But the truck comes first.

The truck comes first, not second or third,

The truck comes first, don't’ wanna hear another word,

The truck comes first, apologies to my wife,

The truck comes first, I’ll guard it with my life,

And if you don’t understand you never hunted with no knife,

No you don’t know the country life.

Yea, the truck comes first every day of the week,

The truck comes first, need it humming at its peak,

Vroom, vroom, vroom, damn it just sprung a little leak,

And it ain’t no time for hide and seek.

Yea, you may say it’s a disease,

A little mental instability,

But you knew about this when I got down on one knee,

It may be a little crazy, yea it may just be a curse,

But the truck comes first.

The truck comes first,

Truck comes first,

First, first, first, irst-irst-irst-irst-irst-irst.

Little Johnny has a t-ball game at 2,

Little Susie has a recital, and lost her shoe,

Little Rover needs a walk real bad,

But that little itty bitty scratch makes me so sad.

Yea, you may say it’s a disease,

A little mental instability,

But you knew about this when I got down on one knee,

It may be a little crazy, yea it may just be a curse,

But the truck comes first.

Put down that Bud, throw away that Michelob Ultra,

That White Claw too weak, need something stronger now don’t ya,

5% ain’t enough to save us,

I’m ‘bout to 80 proof this night, so don’t scream and cuss.

Look me in the eye, we got a little salud toast,

Look me in the eye, l’chaim and health matters the most,

You got those baby blues, yea they never disappoint,

I got this whiskey breath that about to stink up this joint.

Rolling up this bar, got those blue skies above,

Rolling up this bar, tequila you looking so sweet,

Don’t matter at all, rocks or real neat,

We doin, 1, 2, 3 shots for love.

Lovin’ you gettin’ harder and harder,

Lovin’ you needs a little firestarter,

Yea, lovin’ you done messed up big,

Lovin’ you like that mucky oil rig.

Well, let me tell you baby,

I got a little secret to tell,

One more chance to make it right,

Two it ain’t ever enough,

Three you going full site.

Rolling up this bar, got those blue skies above,

Rolling up this bar, tequila you looking so sweet,

Don’t matter at all, rocks or real neat,

We doin, 1, 2, 3 shots for love.

Better hide your eyes, in that big disguise,

Rolling up this bar, doin’ three shots for love.

Put down that Bud, throw away that Michelob Ultra,

That White Claw too weak, need something stronger now don’t ya,

5% ain’t enough to save us,

I’m ‘bout to 80 proof this night, so don’t scream and cuss.

Rolling up this bar, got those blue skies above,

Rolling up this bar, tequila you looking so sweet,

Don’t matter at all, rocks or real neat,

We doin, 1, 2, 3 shots for love.

Getting tipsy at the tailgate…

Mmm hmm, that’s right,

Got my blue jeans on,

Playing that Luke Bryant song,

Summertime in the rear view,

That sweet Saturday mornin’ dew,

Yea, it hits the truck,

As we pull up,

Roll them windows down,

There ain’t even a frown,

The crowd is getting lit,

All our beers they barely fit,

The air it smells like hops,

And see a whole bunch of cops,

‘Case it’s about to go down,

Gather all the fellas ‘round,

First tab gets a pull,

We about to be real full,

Of suds, of Buds, of mud.

‘Cause we’re getting tipsy at the tailgate,

Tipsy at the tailgate,

Mmm hmm, that’s right.

We all feelin’ good,

And I know you would,

Blast that Chesney tune,

The boys of fall at noon,

We got four hours to kill,

Gonna’ get our sweet fill,

Of some six-pack natty light,

We goin big and doin’ it right,

2,000 calories don’t care,

It don’t affect us we swear,

The crowd is getting lit,

All our beers they barely fit,

The air it smells like hops,

And we see a whole bunch of cops,

‘Case it’s starting to go down,

With all the fellas around,

5th tab gets a pull,

We gettin’ real full.

‘Cause we’re getting tipsy at the tailgate,

Tipsy at the tailgate,

Mmm hmm, that’s right.

We are chants gettin’ loud,

Wearing our colors real proud,

Honeys on the prowl,

Ain’t no runnin’ afoul,

Of two simple rules,

Listen up now you fools,

These beers they ain’t free,

Unless there’s something for me,

No rockin’ the truck,

Unless you’re ready to…hahaha,

Here comes the team bus,

Too lit to make a fuss,

‘Case it’s going down,

Got all my fellas around,

10th tab gets a pull,

Damn we are so full,

Of suds, of Buds, of mud.

‘Cause we’re getting tipsy at the tailgate,

Tipsy at the tailgate,

Mmm hmm, that’s right.

It’s Saturday mornin’,

There ain’t no excuses,

You’ve heard them all before.

The boys ain’t been playin’ great,

Hell, even more reason to get tipsy at the tailgate.

I’m tryin’ to lose weight,

Get tipsy on tequila at the tailgate,

Man, the kickoff ain’t til eight,

So, we got more time to get tipsy at the tailgate,

I’m here with this cute date,

Wait what, you brought a date,

The hell with it, get tipsy at the tailgate,

That’s the girl of your dreams right there,

Why wait, you getting married at the tailgate,

We all getting tipsy at the tailgate.

Rock a bye baby on the tree top,

When the wind blows our love’s got to stop,

The night is as still as that whiskey mash,

You want to sleep, and I want to smash,

Yea like those super smash brothers, you can put up a fight,

But it’s only 10 baby, we got us all night.

All night long like Lionel Ritchie sang,

We can go out with a whimper or in with a bang,

Bang, bang, bang on the door baby,

This love shack is open tonight my little lady,

Yea like those super smash brothers, you can put up a fight,

But it’s only 10 baby, we got us all night.

Got the ice machine going,

And my inbox on read,

Yea those jello shots are set,

So, I ain’t coming to bed,

Let’s party while we’re living,

Because we can sleep when we’re dead.

Bottoms up, this will keep you awake,

Late nights are for hazy minds and many mistakes,

Who knows, maybe we’ll get us into some trouble,

Tear down this town, turn it to rubble,

Like those super smash brothers, you can put up a fight,

But it’s only 10 baby, we got us all night.

Yea, we got us all night.

Got the ice machine going,

And my inbox on read,

Yea those jello shots are set,

So, I ain’t coming to bed,

Let’s party while we’re living,

Because we can sleep when we’re dead.

Let’s party while we’re living,

And sleep when we’re dead.

Party, party, party,

Tonight,

Party, party, party,

All night.

Oh yea,

Party, party, party,

Tonight,

Party, party, party,

All night.

Let’s party while we’re living,

And sleep when we’re dead.

Got the ice machine going,

And my inbox on read,

Yea those jello shots are set,

So, I ain’t coming to bed,

Let’s party while we’re living,

Because we can sleep when we’re dead.

Yea like those super smash brothers, you can put up a fight,

But it’s only 10 baby, we got us all night.

So we can sleep when we’re dead,

Yea, sleep when we’re dead.

This whiskey breath, is like dragonsteel,

This whiskey breath, will make you cop a feel,

‘Cause when this whiskey breath, it hits the air,

This whiskey breath, will bring you to this dragon's lair.

This whiskey breath will make you come undone,

This whiskey breath will put you on the run,

‘Cause when this whiskey breath, it burns real deep,

This whiskey breath, in your lungs it will seep.

This whiskey breath sets the world on fire,

So come on grab a handle before you tire,

Yea this whiskey’s on ice, but you’re on fire.

This whiskey breath, damn, you better back away

This whiskey breath, will strike you wear you lay,

‘Cause when this whiskey breath, fills the room,

This whiskey breath, will bring the bang, if you bring the boom.

This whiskey breath has got a mind of its own,

This whiskey breath has its own zip and zone,

‘Cause when this whiskey breath, hits your perfume,

This whiskey breath, will lock you in this room.

This whiskey breath sets the world on fire,

So come on grab a handle before you tire,

Yea this whiskey’s on ice, but you’re on fire.

Get the salt,

Get the foam,

Pull the alarm,

Get out your phone.

They won’t believe you,

Think you’re a liar,

You’re in the dragon’s lair,

And you’re on fire.

So come on grab a handle before you tire,

Yea this whiskey’s on ice, but you’re on fire.

Yea, you’re on fire.

This whiskey breath, is like dragonsteel,

This whiskey breath, will make you cop a feel,

‘Cause when this whiskey breath, it hits the air,

This whiskey breath, will bring you to this dragon's lair.

This whiskey breath sets the world on fire,

So come on grab a handle before you tire,

Yea this whiskey’s on ice, but you’re on fire.

Yea, you’re on fire.

I’m on my knees, just begging you please,

For your protection, this needs a closer inspection,

You ain’t getting off that easy,

Tease me, please me, lemon squeeze me,

Like verbena on that hardfloor floor,

Always coming back for more and more,

Of this floral rosewood manly scent,

Gonna’ make you go to church and repent.

Is that all that you got,

I know you can do better than that,

Come back girl, you missed a spot.

Spot 1 on my thumb,

Spot 2 it’s feelin’ numb,

Spot 3 on my thigh,

Spot 4 you’re a little too high,

Spot 5 got me feelin’ so alive.

Is that all that you got,

I know you can do better than that,

Come back girl, you missed a spot.

You’ve been scrubbing and scrubbing for hours,

No wizard will be granting you any special powers,

Try to tease me, please me, lemon squeeze me,

Can’t wash this amber and cedar soaked tee,

Always coming back for more and more,

You know what you’re gonna be in store,

Keep scrubbing baby, on your hands and knees on the floor.

Is that all that you got,

I know you can do better than that,

Come back girl, you missed a spot.

Is that all that you got,

I know you can do better than that,

Come back girl, you missed a spot.

Spot 1 on my thumb,

Spot 2 it’s feelin’ numb,

Spot 3 on my thigh,

Spot 4 you’re a little too high,

Spot 5 got me feelin’ so alive.

Is that all that you got,

I know you can do better than that,

Come back girl, you missed a spot.

Tease me, please me, lemon squeeze me,

Like verbena on that hardfloor floor,

Always coming back for more and more.

Is that all that you got,

I know you can do better than that,

Come back girl, you missed a spot.

Welcome to the coronation,

There’s a new ruler in town,

He’s old and he’s wise,

And you can use any pronoun.

Trumpets blaring,

The royal court is here,

On your knees,

Greet your new king,

Get out a glass,

And kiss the ring,

The libations are pouring,

So yueng, yueng.

All the jesters and jokers,

Gonna’ make you sing,

All ye lift up your glass,

And yueng, yueng.

Lift up your glass,

And yueng, yueng.

They come from near,

They come from afar,

They come from the front,

And the back of the bar.

Trumpets blaring,

The royal court is here,

On your knees,

Greet your new king,

Get out a glass,

And kiss the ring,

The libations are pouring,

So yueng, yueng.

All the jesters and jokers,

Gonna’ make you sing,

All ye lift up your glass,

And yueng, yueng.

Lift up your glass,

And yueng, yueng.

Come on, a little higher now,

And yueng, yueng.

A little softer now,

Yueng, yueng.

A little louder now,

Yueng, yueng.

A whole lot louder now,

Yueng, yueng.

Trumpets blaring,

The royal court is here,

On your knees,

Greet your new king,

Get out a glass,

And kiss the ring,

The libations are pouring,

So yueng, yueng.

All the jesters and jokers,

Gonna’ make you sing,

All ye lift up your glass,

And yueng, yueng.

Lift up your glass,

And yueng, yueng.