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

Well, I may not live past twenty-one

But whoo, 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

Baby, come on over

Come on over to my side

Well, I may not live past twenty-one

But whoo, what a way to die

When I start my drinking

My baby throws a fit

So I just blitz him outta my mind

With seventeen bottles of Schlitz

Baby, come on over

Come on over to my side

Well, I may not live past twenty-one

But whoo, 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

Baby, come on over

Come on over to my side

(Are you comin' or not, baby?)

Well, I may not live past twenty-one

But whoo, what a way to die