Beer is for Boys

[Country Twang Intro] [Country hollering] [Verse 1] [Deep smooth country vocals] Back home, way back in the past Women made pies, and men drove fast We didn’t have women working Or Men Dragging We’d have the whole family piled up in a wagon [Pre-Chorus] If you don’t wanna make ‘Merica great again Then god as my witness, we ain’t friends Pop a beer, don’t be queer, like the guys in the dress Steer your truck, don’t give a fuck, it’s the fucking best [Chorus] Beer is for Boys, Girls drink Champagne Know your damn place, stay in your lane Bring back America that bled red If I’m not a boy, I’d rather be dead [Country Interlude] [Gunfire Interlude] [Verse 2] My son ain’t gonna wear make-up My daughter ain’t gonna be caked up She’ll dress, the part and steal the heart Of a good ol boy, who drinks, curses and farts Bring back the ‘merica where boys were boys Bring back the times when girls played with toys Get your liberals out of our schools We don’t need no learning We’d rather be fools!! (Rather be fools!)(Rather be fools!) [Bridge] [2 male Narrators] Country, America, Trucks, Women, Beer, Guns, God Country, America, Trucks, Women, Beer, Guns, God Country, America, Trucks, Women, Beer, good dick, god Did you say good dick? What? No? I only like women? Hot, big breasted women. Was that a question? Hell naw. You come at me like that again. Imma shoot ya in the ass. [Pre-Chorus] If you don’t wanna make ‘Merica great again Then god as my witness, we ain’t friends Pop a beer, don’t be queer, like the guys in the dress Steer your truck, don’t give a fuck, it’s the fucking best [Chorus] Beer is for Boys, Girls drink Champagne Know your damn place, stay in your lane Bring back America that bled red If I’m not a boy, I’d rather be dead [Sounds of partying] [Verse 3] But sadly, Barack Obama stole our Country values Sleepy Joe, put on a show, and now it’s all bad news Hilary hid her emails and now we’re raging mad We’ll storm the capital and get rid of all the bad All the liberals want is to take, take, take I guess it’s winter, I’m surrounded by snow flakes [Guitar Interlude] [Chorus] Beer is for Boys, Girls drink Champagne Know your damn place, stay in your lane Bring back America that bled red If I’m not a boy, I’d rather be dead [Fade to outro]