when i was seventeen,
i could not drink a beer
i could not drink a beer
or wine coolers
or smoke Marlboro Lights.
i spent all my nights just watching t.v
cuz i was seventeen

when i was twenty-one,
i was drinking some beer
i was buying the beer
for all the girls who fell down the stairs
With puke all in there hair
and they birthed my sons
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five,
i still was drinking beer,
i still was drinkin beer.
and still i would hurl
up all of my baked beans
i crashed my limousine,
cuz i drank and drive
When I was thirty-five

But now my shots are short,
my ear rings are out of my ear
And now I look at my wife
drinking her wine and eating prunes
i think of our honey moon
our drinks sweet and clear
It was a very good beer