Man’s Best Friend

Lyrics
Gypsies drink wine and they all carry knives They stay up all night and they beat on their wives Gypsies steal babies and get run out of town Then they play violins 'til the sun, it goes down I'll take a beer in a bottle or can I need a beer to feel like a man Bankers and lawyers love cigars and brandies Drive big ass cars and get dressed up real dandy Like making money from suckers and fools And they sit on their butts in Olympic-sized pools I'll take a beer in a bottle or can I need a beer to feel like a man A bottle of beer It's a real fine thing It makes life worth living Makes you a king Debutantes love champagne and hors d'oeuvres Get so damn smug that they get on your nerves Drink vintage wines that they first have to sniff Then they fall on the floor and they get real stiff I'll take a beer in a bottle or can I need a beer to feel like a man
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Credits
- Writers
- Dorsey Martin