We are here to drink your beer And steal your rum at a point of a gun Your alcohol to us will fall 'Cause we are here to drink your beer Drink, drink, drink, drink, So give all your beer and your rum to me! Oy you give me some beer! Piracy's a crime and

Down in Jungleland The Rangers had a homecoming In Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine Over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into

Let's take another crazy trip around the sun Rockin' this big old rock just tryn'a have fun So let's drink another beer, here's to another year, It's a hang on kinda ride, whispin' in through space and time, Well they say the sea is rising, well that's

But for how long till you reach a downfall My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears And thirty years for years, extort niggas and drink beers Tired of livin life this way, crime pay Thug niggas surround y'all, 4 pound y'all Animal instinct, these niggas

I like girls that drink beer And a man ain't gonna get it up here Bye, bye baby I'm leaving Your boat and your Benz and your uptown friends And your country club that ain't really country I need a little down home lovin' Hey I'll find what I want in a

We've got a long long way to go Scared to live, scared to die We ain't perfect but we try Get along while we can Always give love the upper hand Paint a wall, learn to dance Call your mom, buy a boat Drink a beer, sing a song Make a friend, can't we all

And have a big time tonight A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights Life can be an ol' briar patch Gotta dance your way through it sometimes So we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little

Wasn't she a beer drinkin' woman? She was a beer-drinkin' woman The story's true ladies and gentlemen All the names have been changed to Protect the innocent The year nineteen hundred and forty The city, Chicago the place, Rubin's Tavern The story goes

Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets Sittin' here Waitin' on a deer Aiming at the empties Missin' hittin' pine trees Ain't my fault them cans keep movin' My baby's on the phone Saying baby come home Where ya been and whatcha been doing

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger king of the grill and a short putt sinker Whiskey