The story's true ladies and gentlemen. All the names have been changed to Protect the innocent. The city, oakland california. The place, eli's mile high club The year 1988 The story goes something like this: I walked into a beer tavern To give a girl a nice time When i walked in i had 50 dollars in my pocket When I walked out I had one dime Wasn't she a beer drinkin' woman? Don't ya know, man don't ya know? She was a beer-drinkin' woman And I don't want to see her no more Now, when I spend down to my last dime She said, 'Darlin' I know you're not through' I said, 'Yes, baby doll And the trophy belongs to you' Wasn't she a beer drinkin' woman? Don't you know, man don't you know? She was a beer-drinkin' woman And I don't wanna see her no more Slow down bartender i aint got no credit card Now she'd often say, 'Excuse me a minute I've got to step around here' And ev'ry time she came back She had room for another quart of beer Wasn't that a beer drinkin' woman? Don't ya know, man, don't ya know? She was a beer drinkin' woman And I don't want to see her no mo'. Had to move over a light beer, said it was less filling