Crystal Clear (Beer)

Plastic donut, can of SPAM

There's no kindness in this land

But ya better not let my good gal catch you here

She's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat beer

Coffee clothing pasted on

Clean my gravestone when I'm gone

And you better not let my good gal catch you here

She's got a whole pile of things you don't wanna hear

Hitch my horse up to the town

I got my toenails painted brown

And you better not let my good gal catch you here

She'll cut you down and put the blame on me

Just a muscle in a bag

Throw my baby, don't let her sag

And better not let my good gal catch you here

She gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat beer