Jibberish - Cheap Beer Lyrics

Cross talk and cheap beer on ice
I like 'em a lotta with a twist and some spice
And I'm still finding sand in my shoes
From the last trip we took in your bachelor's youth

And it's almost the same now
And always will be

She said, "This ceiling's a floor.
You gotta climb a bit higher if you want a bit more
And don't you ever bother asking what it's all for."

The first rule of the kitchen is to
Keep things clean
Master your actions
And cross all your T's
Going down like wine all the time, girl

And there's no love for no one tonight
You left me your lighter when I slipped you a ride
And I'm still leaning left when I shoot
My favorite birthday, your basketball hoop

The cops came. The kids scrammed
But we were alright

She said, "This ceiling's a floor.
You gotta climb a bit higher if you want a bit more
And don't you ever bother asking what it's all for."

The first rule of the kitchen is to
Keep things clean
Master your actions
And cross all your T's
Going down like wine all the time, boy