Meat Music

(Oh come in)

She got a bottle of tequila
In her hand
And asks if I'm a dealer
No chance
I got a case of cold beer
By my side
And the Timberwolves on TV
They're on fire
Takeaway pizza
Enough for two
Take a seat next to me
Let me show you
How to spend your days not getting high
I can live my life
Time on my side
So sit down with me and let's have some fun
Get a slice of pizza put up your feet
Grab yourself a beer take off the top
Look over to me and see how it's done
Because I am

Sipping on an ice cold beer
Loretta leans and whispers in my ear
Says you're living the American dream
I'm sipping on some ice cold suds
Getting drunk shotgunning beer
Living the American dream

See when you've got a drink
Some things are easy
I'll lean over to you
Whisper in your ear
"See ain't this the life that I'm showing you?"
The beer keeps flowing
Whiskey comes too
The pizza is finished
Box on the floor
You get down on your knees
To see if there's more
You try to get up but I keep you down
The jukebox is pumping out some rockin' sounds
You get more comfortable on the ground
And I come down and join you
To show you more
(Oh you like that?
Yeah let's make some meat music baby
Uh huh, yeah
You've never done this before?!)

Sipping on an ice cold beer
Loretta leans and whispers in my ear
Says you're living the American dream
I'm sipping on some ice cold suds
Getting drunk shotgunning beer
Living the American dream
Sipping on an ice cold beer
Loretta leans and whispers in my ear
Says you're living the American dream
I'm sipping on some ice cold suds
Getting drunk shotgunning beer
Living the American dream
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): The Ill-fitting Garibaldis
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