Late each evening
outside of the bar
the beer-bellied drunkerd comes.

In his own special way
to the people he calls,
come by some beer for the drunk.

"Come feed this poor man beer
show me, you care.
And you'll be glad 'cause beer rules.
No food I'm not hungry, that's beer, won't you share?
I'll I'm asking is two bucks from you..............

Feed me beer,
two bucks a glass,
two bucks, two bucks,
two bucks a glass.
Feed me beer"
that's what he asks.
While on the ground he's freezing his ass.

All around the tavern
the people passing through
look down as they laugh away.
All though he can't see it,
he knows they are laughing.
'Cause no one shows that they care...

Though his words are simple and few.
No one listens, he's calling to who?
"Feed me beer, two bucks a glass,
two bucks, two bucks,
two bucks a glass."

Repeat final verse.