Gimme a Beer - Diamond Rugs
Written by:John McCauley
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 d**n 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
I'll be a little ray of sunshine
But oh who cares
Gimme a beer
I want the kinda girl she can dance she can
Twirl going out at 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 trafic jam
But oh who cares
Gimme a beer
Gimme a beer
Gimme a beer
I want the kinda watch so everyone will thought say
Hey his is better than mine
I want the kinda chains golden and untame don't look
Man you might go blind
I want the kinda feline like a tiger or a
Lion and listen to my baby purr
I want the kinda house I'll sit down on the
Couch and say d**n 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