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cheap beer
Me and my friends in a hundred dollar volva Busting down the street and we're cruising Alvarado Getting fucked up on the 101 Shooting our guns and having fun  I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you  Forty beers later and a line of speed 8-ball of blow and a half a bag of weed Heading down the tracks to Mexico Fucked on beer and staying gold  I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you  I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you   It's hot as hell in the ship like that Vietnam shit Beer is always better with a bag around it Dan's in the back puking on my seat But me was drinking cheap beer, so it's okay by me Supposed to be in Santa Monica at 8AM FUCK THE CLOCKS, drink red again  Twenty three years I've been drinking cheap beer  Sixty-one more but from a liquor store   I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you  I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you  I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you