cold cold beer
the cold cold coldest on the block
cold cold beer
and an iron door that doesn't lock
under the counter: money, money
under the counter, through the door like a cat
shelves full of nails and honey, honey
and a five string guitar in the back
cut your nails cause they are dirty
cut your nails and cut your hair
i cut my nails when i turned thirty
and i left my dreads everywhere
wanna banana? here you are
want red wine? salud, amigo
smoke, smoke, on both sides of the bar
we will miss you when we go