Cause it's beer time This whole town's dry Headed to the county line For something cold I need a twelve pack In a brown paper sack Ice it Down in the back, to the big mud hole I got my baby and some rowdy Friends of mine It's beer time Heard Bocephus was comin' to town and I still had a little cash I bought A couple of nose bleed ticekts way up in the back It chilled me to the Bone when he sang 'Got a shotgun rifle and a four-wheel drive' Crowd went Crazy and I told my baby It was worth every dime