Cheap Beer

Lyrics
Me 'n my friends in a hundred dollar Volvo,

Busting down the street while cruising Alvarado.

Getting fucked up on the one oh one,

Shootin' our guns and havin' fun.

Forty beers later and a line of speed, 8-ball of blow and a half a bag of weed. Heading down the tracks to Mexico, Fucked on beer and staying gold.

I, drink, cheap, beer, so, what, fuck, you. I, drink, cheap, beer, so, what, fuck, you.

As I was sayin' all that shit, like that Vietnam shit, Beer is always better with a bag around it. Dan's in the back pukin' on my seat. But he was drinkin' cheap beer, it's okay by me.

Have to be at Santa Monica 8 am, Fuck the clock! Drink red again! Twenty three years I've been drinking cheap beer, Sixty-one more, but from a liquor store.

I, drink, cheap, beer, so, what, fuck, you. I, drink, cheap, beer, so, what, fuck, you.

I, drink, cheap, beer, so, what, fuck, you. I, drink, cheap, beer, so, what, fuck, you.