F

Me

and

my

friends

in

a

F

hundred

dollar

Volvo

F

bustin'

down

the

street

while

Eb

Bb

cruisin'

Alva

-

rado

F

Getting

fucked

up

on

the

F

one-

oh

-

one

F

shooting

our

guns

and

Eb

Bb

having

fun

F

Forty

beers

later

and

a

F

line

of

speed

F

eight

ball

of

blow

and

a

Eb

Bb

half

a

pound

of

weed

F

Heading

down

the

tracks

to

F

Mex

-

ico

F

fucked

on

beer

and

Eb

Bb

staying

gold

F

hell

in

the

ship

like

that

F

Viet

-

nam

shit

F

beer's

always

better

with

a

Eb

Bb

bag

around

it

F

Dan's

in

the

back

puking

F

on

my

seat

but

he

was

F

drinking

cheap

beer

it's

o-

Eb

Bb

kay

by

me

supposed

to

F

be

in

Santa

Monica

by

F

eight

a.m.

F

Fuck

the

clock

drink

Eb

Bb

red

again

F

Twenty

three

years

I've

been

F

drinking

cheap

beer

F

Sixty

one

more

but

from

a

Eb

Bb

liquor

store