Beer Song

The Independents

Compositor: Evil Presly

Hey Will, why's the room spinning?

When you look in the mirror, tell me is it the same
What's going on on inside your small brain
Daily Trouble seems to get you down
What you gonna do worry and be six feet under ground

There's a time to run and hide
Ther's a time to live and let die
Give me a beer it'll make it alright, alright
You've got nothing to fear
As long as we've got a beer
Give me a beer, it'll make it alright

Daily trouble seems to get you down
What you goinna do worry and be six feet under ground
Well I know exactly what I need it's clear
Lots of friends, lots of noise, and five kegs of my favorite beer

Oh and you drink it slow, oh yes you drink it slow
And you, well you're turning blue
And you're stomach burns, oh yes it starts to churn
And you, you've got the shits
Well the room it spins, oh yes it spins it spins
Oh, it's comming through