| I’ve had a thing for the hop, think it might have to stop
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| Ain’t drinkin' beer no more
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| Who knew the work of monks could lead to so many drunks
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| Ain’t drinkin' beer no more
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| Its time I turn this boat around
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| Keep gaining pound after pound
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| I’m going back to shore
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| Ain’t drinkin' beer no more
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| The woman I call my queen is lately a little bit mean
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| Ain’t drinkin' beer no more
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| She used to call me «My Sweet,» now she just says «Hey…Meat…»
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| Ain’t drinkin' beer no more
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| It might have been alright in my youth
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| But she’s telling me the bitter truth
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| It’s time I closed that door
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| Ain’t drinkin' beer no more
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| I’ll do what’s best for me
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| And turn to herbal tea
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| Say goodbye to that fuzzy glow (Oh, no!)
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| Go to church on Sunday
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| Start walking right on Monday
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| I used to feel like a fighter, walk a whole lot lighter
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| Ain’t drinkin' beer no more
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| Pass on the meat and three, eat greens and fruit of the sea
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| Ain’t drinkin' beer no more
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| I used to dress myself in style
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| Could run a seven minute mile
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| Now I’ve become a bore
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| Ain’t drinkin' beer no more
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| I’m driving past the store
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| Ain’t drinkin' beer no more
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| …that's just about enough of that…
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| …maybe one for the road… |