"11 Beers" lyrics

Five-foot-two, two-fifteen
Four divorces, forklift king
Boss like that'll make you drink
So here goes number six
Show up early, punch out late
Popped a top and he docked my pay
If he don't die before I kill this case
One day I'll rock his shit

If I only drink eleven beers by 6 p.m.
Everybody's gonna make it home
If I crank the John Deere soon as I pull in
My old lady might leave me alone
And if you see that Dodge in front of my garage
Then I ain't done nothing wrong
If I only drink eleven beers, that's one less broken law

I quit whiskey last Friday night
When I used my last DUI
Now I stick to Miller Lite
'Cause I got shit to do
Botox Becky three doors down
Drug my mugshot through this town
Next time she runs her mouth
I'ma park it in her living room

But if I only drink eleven beers by 6 p.m.
Everybody's gonna make it home
If I crank the John Deere soon as I pull in
My old lady might leave me alone
And if you see that Dodge in front of my garage
Then I ain't done nothing wrong
If I only drink eleven beers, that's one less broken law

If I only drink eleven beers by 6 p.m.
Everybody's gonna make it home
If I crank the John Deere soon as I pull in
My old lady might leave me alone
And if you see that Dodge in front of my garage
Then I ain't done nothing wrong
If I only drink eleven beers, that's one less broken law