This workin' like a dog has got me dog tired
Pushing twelve-hour days, pullin' all damn nighters
But come five o'clock I'm the hell out of here
Man, it's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
Thank God for the end of the week, hallelujah
For some hell-bent people wanna burn right through
Couple kegs in the back, let's tap 'em into gear
Man, it's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
Line 'em up, up
Throw 'em down, down
Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round
Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear
It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
Guess Megan's single again, 'cause her and her friends
They swinging like a wrecking ball when they came in
Drinkin' so loud the whole bar could hear
Man, it's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
Line 'em up, up
Throw 'em down, down
Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round
Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear
It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
I got 'em in the crosshairs like an old Red Ryder
When it comes to a pop top, it's 'Ready! Aim! Fire!'
Crack a can, that's some damn music to my ears
It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
Line 'em up, up
Throw 'em down, down
Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round
Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear
It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
Line 'em up, up
Throw 'em down, down
Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round
Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear
It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer
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