What a Way to Die

Well I love you baby I'm telling you right here But please don't make me decide baby Between you and a bottle of beer. Baby come on over, Come on over to my side Well I may not live past twenty-one But WOO! What a way to die! Your lovin' fluctuates baby And everybody knows But the temperature always stays the same On an ice cold bottle of Stroh's Baby come on over, Come on over to my side Well I may not live past twenty-one But WOO! What a way to die! When I start my drinking My baby throws a fit So I just blitz him outta my mind With seventeen bottles of Schlitz Baby come on over, Come on over to my side Well I may not live past twenty-one But WOO! What a way to die! You've got the kind of body That makes me come alive But I'd rather have my hands around A bottle of Colt 45 Baby come on over, Come on over to my side Well I may not live past twenty-one But WOO! What a way to die