Man’s Best Friend

Gypsies drink wine and they all carry knives
They stay up all night and they beat on their wives
Gypsies steal babies and get run out of town
Then they play violins 'til the sun, it goes down

I'll take a beer in a bottle or can
I need a beer to feel like a man

Bankers and lawyers love cigars and brandies
Drive big ass cars and get dressed up real dandy
Like making money from suckers and fools
And they sit on their butts in Olympic-sized pools

I'll take a beer in a bottle or can
I need a beer to feel like a man

A bottle of beer
It's a real fine thing
It makes life worth living
Makes you a king

Debutantes love champagne and hors d'oeuvres
Get so damn smug that they get on your nerves
Drink vintage wines that they first have to sniff
Then they fall on the floor and they get real stiff

I'll take a beer in a bottle or can
I need a beer to feel like a man