Now, there ain’t a man who doesn’t drink.
And there ain’t a man who doesn’t think.
That the stuff that he consumes is not the best.
The Cubans drink Bacardi rum.
Formaldehyde is drunk by some.
They say that stuff will give you lots a rest.
Now the Navy likes Torpedo juice,
but I knew a gambler who’d produce
the best darn pack of gin that could be found.
I drunk ’em all and so I know,
from pink Champagne to sniffin’ snow,
there’s just one drink that has that gravy now.
Closer, move my beer closer.
My eyes are dim and I can hardly see.
Why drink bourbon, Scotch or wine
when beer is cheaper twice as fine?
Closer, closer, closer, move it closer.
Now, granddad was no drinkin’ man.
I don’t want you to misunderstand,
but he’d take a nip if someone had a shot.
When the first snow fell and it was cold,
for medicinal purposes I was told,
those tarries that he nicked sure hit the spot.
But I’ve heard him say it a time or two
that, if he had it all again to do,
he would have bought a bar when he was just a pup.
Then, whenever he felt a chill or such,
or maybe he just wanted to slip his clutch,
he would grab the stein and had ’em fill ‘er up.
Closer, move my beer closer.
My eyes are dim and I can hardly see.
Why drink bourbon, Scotch or wine
when beer is cheaper twice as fine?
Closer, closer, closer, move it closer.
Now Kentucky brew, the brandy stuff,
it looks like water but it’s twice as rough.
It makes you think that you been kicked by a mule.
Of course, women they drink most anything
from milk and tea till a hop-head-sling.
I hear they drink their coffees hot or cool.
Now, wine is fine but I declare,
next morning with them buffels there,
it makes it kinda hard to navigate.
I like to ride with my head clear.
So, if you please, just one cold beer.
That’s something that I’d sure appreciate.
Closer, move my beer closer.
My eyes are dim and I can hardly see.
Why drink bourbon, Scotch or wine
when beer is cheaper twice as fine?
Closer, closer, closer, move it closer.