Guys with Beer
We are Guys With Beer
Story behind the song
Based on a true story.
Lyrics
I'm hammered once again, must be a Friday night
My belly's growling, gotta scrounge around to find a bite
... Hey, what's that smell?
Coming from the kitchen
All right, it's a pecan pie
I bet it's really b*** in'
Chorus:
I would die For some pecan pie
I would die For a piece of that pie
I would die For some pecan pie
Pecan pie
Then I try to find a knife, so I can cut me up a slice
No knife, well where's a spoon, that would work out just as nice
... Hey, what the hell!
Not a clean utencil to be found
Oh well, I got a hand
I'll just claw me up a mound
Of that Pie
I would die For some pecan pie
I would die For a pile of pie
I would die For some pecan pie
Pecan pie
In the morning all's forgotten, I can't recall a thing
I know I had a feast, hmmmmm, maybe some chicken wings
... Hey, where's my pie?
Is what she cried to me
That is when I sniff my hand
And know that I am guilty
I stole that pie
I would die For some pecan pie
I would die For a hunk of that pie
I would die For some pecan pie
Pecan pie!
