i was called by the beer song
in a place where german ladies sing along
and take off their garments for money
run their hands through men's hair with a "you turn me on, honey"

stolen sensations in a private bathroom stall
that's not so private after all
pacing boyfriends in leather coats
pushed off, in love, off the edge of some johnny depp's boat

the years drip like american lights on tap
and everyone here loves music except country and rap
beating ear drums into submission under pretense of a crazy old time
i pay for her drink, but what i get's not worth a dime