Gimme a Beer - Diamond Rugs

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I want the kinda credit I just shine it and forget it the tellers they all know my name.
I want the kinda car where my stereo is better the damn things not falling apart.
I want the kinda hand I can look at and admire not a goofy little ball of flesh.
I want the kinda life that I can't leave behind I'll be a little ray of sunshine.
But, Oh... who cares?
Gimme a Beer!
I want the kinda girl she can dance she can twirl going out at night with her friends.
I want the kinda dog that listens when I call and pisses on my neighbors fence.
I want the kinda clothes so everybody knows here comes a confident man.
I want the kinda smile that radiates for miles man I cause a trafic jam.
But, Oh... who cares?
Gimme a Beer!
Gimme a Beer!

Gimme a Beer!

I want the kinda watch so everyone will thought say hey his is better than mine.
I want the kinda chains golden and untame don't look man you might go blind.
I want the kinda feline like a tiger or a lion and listen to my baby purr.
I want the kina house I'll sit down on the couch and say damn it feels good to be a gangster.
But, Oh... who cares?
Gimme a Beer!
Gimme a Beer!
Cause I want a Beer!
Gimme a Beer!
Gimme a Beer!
Gimme a Beer!
Gimme a... BEEEEER!

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The band is a collaboration between John McCauley (Deer Tick), Robbie Crowell (Deer Tick), Ian Saint Pé (The Black Lips), Steve Berlin (Los Lobos), Hardy Morris (Dead Confederate) and Bryan Dufresne (Six Finger Satellite). Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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