When There's no More Room in Hell

Rick Moranis - Four More Beers This guy’s sayin’ this
That guy’s sayin’ that
This guy flew his barber in
That guy loves his hat.

This guy wasn’t tellin’ the truth
When he said that that guy lies
His numbers went up anyway
And again when he apologized.

Any old thing can float
We’re all in the same old boat
Gotta strike the right note
Me and my pet goat are gonna vote, for
Four More Beers.

Four More Beers
Four More Beers
If you’re going down this fast
What’s the point in switchin’ gears.

Here’s Three Cheers for
Four More Beers
Amber nights will help assuage my fears…

This guy reads the news
That guy makes it up
If this guy wins on that guy’s spin
Then I am givin’ up

That guy’s former mistress
Says that this guy’s just a crook
And those guys all just cut the line
To have her sign her book

There ain’t no need to gloat
We’re all in the same old boat
Gotta strike the right note.
Me and my pet goat are gonna vote, for
Four More Beers.

Four More Beers
Four More Beers
When you don’t know where you’re goin’
What’s it matter who steers?

Here’s Three Cheers for
Four More Beers
Bitter ales might wash away my tears…

I want to live in a swing state
A perpetual state of swing
Throw another couple of blogs on the fire
While I revel in my bling.

There’s that famous rock star
Singin’ foreign policy
Who knew from those love songs
It was on the G.E.D.

Parks that brand new hybrid
Right beside his private jet
Revenues might improve
When they tax the internet.

Any old thing can float
We’re all in the same old bloat
Gotta strike the right note.
Me and my pet goat
We’re gonna do it all by rote,
Me and my pet goat are gonna vote, for
Four More Beers - Chainsaw When There's no More Room in Hell