Crystal Clear (Beer) — Beck

plastic donut, can of spam there's no kindness in this land better not let my good gal catch you here she's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer coffee clothing pasted on clean my gravestone when I'm gone and you better not let my good gal catch you here she's got a whole pile of things you don't wanna hear

hitch my horse up to the town I got my toenails painted brown and you better not let my good gal catch you here she'll cut you down and put the blame on me

just a muscle in a bag throw my baby, don't let her sag ya better not let my good gal catch you here she's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer