Its a soggy Sunday morning, the sun starts it rise, everything here is wet because it has rained here every night, the boys are coming over, but they won't be here till tonight, giving me the chance to do some chores and clean the place up right. I bought alot of different beers... Some snacks and some smoke .... Chips and dip a few cigars, even got the rum and coke. The time is nearly here, and I'm ready to be the host. But there is something I must ask before we start the show. [Chours] Don't you dare bring the white claw, it's for bitches and for queers, real men drink real beer were not ladies on the rag. If you bring the white claw, it will only make me mad. Do yourself a fucking favor and stop drinking like a queer. My dad loves his Blantons, and his dad drank Jim beam, real men who served in real time wars across the gulf and europe seas. Things back then we're different, real men had families, real jobs hard work for decent pay, could afford some luxury. Nowadays it seems so strange, the world is brought to its knees, working extra jobs around the clock just to raise a family. So do yourself a favor, so no one will think you're queer. Be a man who's standing tall and drink a real god-damned beer. [Chours] Don't you dare bring the white claw, it's for bitches and for queers, real men drink real beer were not ladies on the rag. If you bring the white claw, it will only make me mad. Do yourself a fucking favor and stop drinking like a queer. We're no longer back in college, high schools done and gone. The experiment is over its time to grow up and write our song, In the pages of our history we write till we pass on, I want to be remembered as a hero not a queer in a thong.(Cause I'm a real man). No longer do we drink zima's, and margaritas are kinda gay. But compared to a white claw, nothing takes a gayer cake, I listen to country music, and Rock and roll is great, but don't think for even one second that the white claw has a place. [Chours] Don't you dare bring the white claw, it's for bitches and for queer, real men drink real beer were not ladies on the rag. If you bring the white claw, it will only make me mad. Do yourself a fucking favor and stop drinking like a queer. (Don't show up at my door step with this crap...I will call you a queer).
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