Songtext von Cheap Beer

Me and my friends in a hundred dollar volvo Busting down the street while cruising cruisin' down the road Getting fucked up on the 101 Shootin' our guns and having fun Fourty beers later and a line of speed Eight ball of blow and a half pound of weed Heading down the track to Mexico Fucked on beer and staying gold I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you As I was saying all that shit like that Vietnam shit Beer's always better with a bag around it Dan's in the back puking on my seat But he was drinking cheap beer, so it's ok by me Supposed to be in Santa Monica at 8 AM Fuck the clock and drink red again Twenty three years I've been drinking cheap beer Sixty one more, but from a liquor store I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you