You call me every day
From the fridge in the kitchen,

On the bus from work,
Always been a hell of a day,
Your message blink at me,
From the door of the public house,
My lips go very dry
And I feel your cool taste
Long before I get to the bar.

Oh beer, beer why do you taste so nice,
I know you are leading me astray,
Trying to take over my mind,
Make me lose the use of my brain,
Doing thinks like trying to sing,
And scaring the dogs in the neighbourhood,
And just making the wife angry and mad.