Pop the top, let that beverage pour,
Yes, it's true, I'm a beer whore.
When I whisper sweet things in your ear,
It's not you I want, freak, it's your beer.
So take your watered-down punch home.
I like a drink that's got some foam.
Miller, Bud, Coors, Heinekin too,
I like a guy that smells like brew.
Don't you want to see my prettiest smile?
It's a dead man who tries to satisfy me with Old Style.
I can be mean, or I can treat you right.
It's the difference between Heine and Natural Light.
Give it to me in a bottle or in a can
Did anyone ever tell you you're an attractive man?
What's that? You have a case you say?
You remind me of Mel Gibson in every way.
Now that I've drained the keg, could you get your hand off my leg?
There are other frat boys with beer, you see.
I'd kiss you if you didn't nauseate me.