WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Your Favorite Martian - Bottles Of Beer Chords | Ver. 1
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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I was chilling with my Bud, Sam Adams
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We get a call from Miller, the man was having spasms
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And he said, "Dude, get dressed, there's not a chance in hell
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That we could miss this keg party up in San Miguel"
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"Do I have to go out, dude?"
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"No, but that Mexican chick Corona's there and she's been asking about you"
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I hung up the phone, it's time to get dressed
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I put on my Magic Hat and my shirt with the Red Stripe
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We hit a Busch dodging traffic as we passed by 'em
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In that Killian's Red Charger with the Fat Tires
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We drove around for like half the night
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Luckily, the Blue Moon provided Natural Light
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We rolled up to the party, errybody was rocking
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Playing Beck's old single on that iPod dock
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And that's "where it's at"... My ears were all ringing
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The party crowd was getting loud, and everyone was all singing
[Chorus]
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"Blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall
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Blah-blah bottles of beer
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You take one down, you pass it around
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You got blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall
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Blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall
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Blah-blah bottles of beer
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You take one down, you pass it around
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You got blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall"
[Verse 2]
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Now, everyone was crammed in the basement, wasted
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Even Asahi, that foreign exchange kid
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He was just in Kingfisher, wrecking his 'vette
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Like "Automobile, big leck!"
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I poured myself a brew and drank half the glass
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This ugly Moosehead chick kept grabbing my ass
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I told that ugly Harp that she could go to Hell-a
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And then I saw Corona, and she was looking Ste- Ste-
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Stella, and down to have some fun
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She was still a freshman, a Yuengling with a tongue-ring
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The alcohol was all clouding my thinking
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So I slapped her on the Heiny, "Can I get you a drink?" And she said
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"Ha! You're totally cute
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And if you fetch me a beer, I'll let you touch my boob."
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Hell yeah, I went to get her a drink, then
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The party started moving, and everybody started singing:
[Chorus]
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"Blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall
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Blah-blah bottles of beer
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You take one down, you pass it around
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You got blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall
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Blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall
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Blah-blah bottles of beer
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You take one down, you pass it around
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You got blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall"
[Verse 3]
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Now, Corona's ex-boyfriend started talking to me
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His Foster parents nicknamed him Milwaukee's Beast
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'cause dude was big enough that he could tackle the world
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He was like "Hey bro-ski, you're jacking my girl
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I should bust your Skull, you look like a queer
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I'm gonna challenge you to a game of beer pong."
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"Of Coors! Challenge accepted
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You can call me Guinness, 'cause I'm touting the record."
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Beer pong's my game, and with my shoulder cocked
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I bounced that ball in the cup like a Rolling Rock
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We played for a while, and I was wooing them when
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I showed everyone who'd win the Blue Ribbon...
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Pabst! And Corona was like, "Wow!
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You can totally touch my boob now."
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I was El Presidente, or maybe a king
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With my Corona in my Newcastle, everybody started singing
[Chorus]
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"Blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall
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Blah-blah bottles of beer
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You take one down, you pass it around
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You got blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall
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Blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall
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Blah-blah bottles of beer
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You take one down, you pass it around
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You got blah-blah bottles of beer on the wall"