Bad Day To Be a Cold Beer

This workin' like a dog has got me dog-tired Pushing twelve-hour days, pullin' all damn nighters But come five o'clock I'm the hell out of here Man, it's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer, yeah Thank God for the end of the week, hallelujah For some hell-bent people wanna burn right through Couple kegs in the back, let's tap 'em into gear Man, it's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer Line 'em up, up Throw 'em down, down Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer, yeah Guess Megan's single again, 'cause her and her friends They swinging like a wrecking ball when they came in Drinkin' so loud the whole bar could hear Man, it's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer Line 'em up, up Throw 'em down, down Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer I got 'em in the crosshairs like an old Red Ryder When it comes to a pop top, it's "Ready! Aim! Fire!" Crack a can, that's some damn music to my ears It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer Line 'em up, up Throw 'em down, down Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer Line 'em up, up Throw 'em down, down Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer