Firehose - Losers, Boozers And Heroes lyrics

Losers, boozer, and heroes Now that's what I call outlaws 'Cause we lie in our own puke Puke of our own makings Shakin' bake it Makin' bacon bits Ten gallons worth for sure If we're not drowned in it A sixpack a day is all I ask (And make it Bud if that's all right) If I can't get that then life's not worth living And livin's not worth livin' without life A Wild Turkey in the hand is worth a sixpack of Busch The way I mix they'll never say "It's the water" She likes her brew, it's true She got a big old tush So I'm leavin' you, you'll see Maybe I ought'r She doesn't say much She just pours my drinks She doesn't care what the good Lord thinks 'til she's had a few And then a few more, too 'til she's holier than thou (I guess that means you) Ten lonely nights without you And a five day follow up You can't keep me here one minute longer (It's closin' time mah friend) Mean n'mad n'worse'n he ever was (Oh teardrop) They didn't fix him proper If them Schick fellows know'd their razors right They' knew'd not to spare the strop Don't throw out the bourbon with the branch water Don't treat old man Forester that way The charcoal filter washin' our sins away My Elvis decanter'll be worth somethin' some day Losers, boozer, and heroes Now that's what I call outlaws Waylon n' Willie n' me n' Billy C. Oh, Billy Beer is good enough for me Good enough for me and mah Billy C. Oh, Billy was a good jim-jim When e died they named a beer for him Billy Beer is good enough for me Good enough for me and mah Billy C. Now don't arrest mah pal Billy he's a Carter And the Carter family's opry-upry standing He's a losin', boozin' hero He's as kickback as a snail darter He's second in line, but heck He don't try no harder If he goes extinct, he won't raise a stink He'll still buy that sixpack o' brew So when he dies his survivors can raise up a Pabst To a good ol' boy, was a friend o' me n' you