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
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