Outta Beer
I’m outta beer again, and I ain’t got no friends.
I’m going to the store, just to steal some more.
I saw you buying rice. I thought your ass looked nice.
Maybe with a little luck, we’ll go home and fuck.
Whoa.
Why can’t we just go home and fuck?
We started doing shots. The more I drank, the hotter you got.
You took me to you bed, but I just got sick instead.
While I was throwing up, you held my Mohawk up.
I’ve never been in love, and I just wanna fuck.
Whoa.
Why can’t we just go home and fuck?
I had too much to drink. I took a piss in your sink.
And then I hit the floor, and I don’t remember no more.
Maybe I’ll see you again, over there on aisle 10,
And with a little luck, we’ll actually get to fuck.
Whoa.
Why can’t we just go home and fuck?
Lyrics Submitted by Charles Everson Crowe