The Ill-Fitting Garibaldis - Meat Music lyrics

She got a bottle of tequila, in her hand And asks if I'm a dealer, no chance I got a case of cold beer, by my side And the Timberwolves on TV, they're on fire Takeaway pizza, enough for two Take a seat next to me, let me show you How to spend your days, not getting high I can live my life, time on my side So sit down with me, let's have some fun Get a slice of pizza, put your feet up, Grab yourself a beer, take off the top Look over to me, see how it's done Sipping on an ice cold beer Loretta leans, whispers in my ear Says you're living the American dream! I'm sipping on some ice cold suds Getting drunk, shotgunning' beer Living the American dream See when you've got a drink, some things are easy I'll lean over to you, whisper in your ear “see ain't this the life, that I'm showing you” The beer keeps flowing, whiskey comes too The pizza is finished, box on the floor You get down on your knees, to see if there's more You try to get up, but I keep you down The jukebox-is pumping out some rockin' sounds You get more comfortable on the ground And I come down and join you, to show you more You like that, let's make some meat music baby Uh huh, yeah, you've never done this before Sipping on an ice cold beer Loretta leans, whispers in my ear Says you're living the American dream! I'm sipping on some ice cold suds Getting drunk, shotgunning' beer Living the American dream Sipping on an ice cold beer Loretta leans, whispers in my ear Says you're living the American dream! I'm sipping on some ice cold suds Getting drunk, shotgunning' beer Living the American dream