"Gimme a Beer" as written by and John Joseph Mccauley Iii....
I want the kinda credit I just shine it and forget it the tellers they all know my name.
I want the kinda car where my stereo is better the damn things not falling apart.
I want the kinda hand I can look at and admire not a goofy little ball of flesh
I want the kinda life that I can't leave behind and be a little ray of sunshine
But, Oh....who cares?
Gimme a Beer!

I want the kinda girl she can dance she can twirl go out all night with her friends.
I want the kinda dog that listens when I call and pisses on my neighbors fence
I want the kinda clothes so everybody knows here comes a confident man
I want the kinda smile that radiates for miles man I cause a traffic jam
But, Oh....who cares?
Gimme a Beer!
Gimme a Beer!
Gimme a Beer!

I want the kinda watch so everyone will gawk and say "Hey! His is better than mine."
I want the kinda chains golden and untamed "Don't look man, you might go blind"
I want the kinda feline like a tiger or a lion and listen to my baby purrr
I want the kinda house I'll sit down on the couch and say damn it feels good to be a gangster.
But, Oh....who cares?
Gimme a Beer!
Gimme a Beer!
Cause I want a Beer!
Gimme a Beer!
Gimme a Beer!
Gimme a Beer!
Gimme a...BEEEEER!!!


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