I don't know what you're whining about. It was no party to me. It's the worst powwow I've been to in a long time. There's no women. Ah, let's get some beer. Let's go on a beer run.
I hit a tree out of nowhere
It jumped in front of my car
Driving home from the powwow
And looking for a bar
Don't need a %$@!-ing street map
I don't use the streets at all
Saw a truck getting dumped off
It was an old fargo
It was full of little clowns
Holding wonderful balloons
There's a pub by the Mac's store
We'll stop in and pick up a case
So, I'll just slow down and pull in
So let's get cranked, my drunken friends
All the bucks together
Hello Cold Beer I love you
Come on join the beer run
Join the beer run
Start the car let's get going
And get the hell out of here
Cops quickly start to chase us
Gun your car and slam your beer
Don't need a %$@!-ing genius
To know where my cold beer belongs
Because It's all pissed out in the end
And we're all drunken friends (drunken friends)
Hello Cold Beer I love you
Come on join the beer run
Join the beer run
Hello Cold Beer I love you
Come on join the beer run
Join the beer run
Be a beer runner
