Meat Music

She got a bottle of tequila, in her hand
And asks if I’m a dealer, no chance
I got a case of cold beer, by my side
And the Timberwolves on TV, they’re on fire
Takeaway pizza, enough for two
Take a seat next to me, let me show you
How to spend your days, not getting high
I can live my life, time on my side
So sit down with me, let’s have some fun
Get a slice of pizza, put your feet up
Grab yourself a beer, take off the top
Look over to me, see how it’s done

Sipping on an ice cold beer
Loretta leans, whispers in my ear
Says you’re living the American dream!
I’m sipping on some ice cold suds
Getting drunk, shotgunning’ beer
Living the American dream

See when you’ve got a drink, some things are easy
I’ll lean over to you, whisper in your ear
“see ain’t this the life, that I’m showing you”
The beer keeps flowing, whiskey comes too
The pizza is finished, box on the floor
You get down on your knees, to see if there’s more
You try to get up, but I keep you down
The jukebox-is pumping out some rockin’ sounds
You get more comfortable on the ground
And I come down and join you, to show you more
You like that, let’s make some meat music baby
Uh huh, yeah, you’ve never done this before

Sipping on an ice cold beer
Loretta leans, whispers in my ear
Says you’re living the American dream!
I’m sipping on some ice cold suds
Getting drunk, shotgunning’ beer
Living the American dream
Sipping on an ice cold beer
Loretta leans, whispers in my ear
Says you’re living the American dream!
I’m sipping on some ice cold suds
Getting drunk, shotgunning’ beer
Living the American dream