Cause it's beer time
This whole town's dry
Headed to the county line

For something cold
I need a twelve pack
In a brown paper sack

Ice it
Down in the back, to the big mud hole
I got my baby and some rowdy

Friends of mine
It's beer time
Heard Bocephus was comin' to town and I still had a little cash

I bought
A couple of nose bleed ticekts way up in the back
It chilled me to the

Bone when he sang 'Got a shotgun rifle and a four-wheel drive'
Crowd went
Crazy and I told my baby

It was worth every dime