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
Come on baby (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
So baby come on over
Come on over to my side
Come on over, honey
Well I may not live past twenty-one
But WOO!
What a way to die
And when I start my drinking
My baby throws a fit
So I just blitz him outta my mind
With seventeen bottles of Schlitz
And baby come on over
Come on over to my side
Come on
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
And baby come on over
Come on over to my side
Are you coming now, baby?
Well I may not live past twenty-one
But WOO!
What a way to die
