She Looks Better After Every Beer

Keep it on goin'
Keep it on goin'
Keep it on goin'
Keep-keep-keep it on goin'
Yellow
Keep it on goin'
Keep it on goin'
Keep it on goin'
Keep-keep-keep
Well I met her at a bar
We made it in her car
Where everything was good 'til my buzz went afar
I looked at her face and what did I see?
It looked like a cow all the way from Tennessee
I hopped in my truck some trunks
I couldn’t believe what I done just done
My boys made up somethin' bigger than the sun
Now I understand why my legs went numb
Couple days later I was itchin' for some fun
Thought I’d go to church and maybe pick up a nun
But that didn’t happen 'cause you know who was theres?
The same dang girl size 50 underwears
She put me on her shoulder like a bag of tomatoes
We went to all the beer and potatoes
I got so drunk 'cause the beer was ice cold
Nothin' 'cause she wouldn’t let me go
Like all them taters she went to the pot I was real close and all I heard was
fartin'
Smelled like the rear end of a dead squirrel
Then somethin' weird happened in my eyes and she came out lookin' like Donna
She was smokin' baby
Yellow
I looked at her and she looked at me
Eyes lit up like a Christmas tree
I walked up to her said «Honeybee
Don’t you worry next round’s on me»
Started takin' pictures of the tasty brew
I drank so much that I had to use a lou
I peed all over that toilet seat
And I didn’t even clean it 'cause I couldn’t miss a pinch
She started lookin' better after every beer
A hell lot better than a white tail deer
If I wasn’t so drunk I’da made her my wife
Even though sober she’s a fat Betty White
That big ol' hunk of woman said it’s time to go
She lifted me up and stumbled 'cross the floor
I reached in my pocket and threw a fat tip
We got out side and this is what we did
We old bar
We made love in her car
My buzz was still good from all that PBR
I looked in her face and what did I see?
She looked like a model all the way from Italy
I hopped in my truck and hollered I was done
I couldn’t believe what I done just done
I made love with someone with a motor for a bum
Now we’re expectin' a little little son
Well moral of the story y’all is
Instead of makin' love to a cow from a bar
Ha, you’re better off makin' love to a cow from a farm
Ha, it’s uh, it’s cheaper and uh, well kinda feels good too
Moo
Oh, shut up, keep it on goin'