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Song Info
Genre
Peak in subgenre #17
Author
Vocals/Lyrics: Mike Roush. Music: Has
Uploaded
March 29, 2025
Track Files
MP3
MP3 6.3 MB • 256 kbps • 3:26
Lyrics
If you really wanna go and see this old man brawl
Then try to take away my fuckin alcohol
Bottles in the fridge and liquor on the wall
Its more than enough to make the shyest guy ball
So kick off the party, get to tapping the keg
Before the 90 proof Jack messes with your head
Plenty to share ain't no need to beg
Pass the cup down we'll send it back with lead
Sun's disappeared still the party's goin on
People pukin and a rallying till the dawn
Higher than I ever got from a bong
But when the liquor runs dry my ass is gone
Chorus:
A is for the drink thats fit for kings
T is for the motherfucking smoke of nicotine
F is for my automatic's oiled back springs
These are a few of my favorite things
Call me an addict but I still gotta have it
I'll never get enough of hittin' the bad shit
My favorite things keep appearing like magic
And I think Im in love with every habit
But I can't get lit without Al's best friend
Nicotine dreams time to light up again
From the very first whiff I feel it begin
And Ill puff upon that cherry till the motherfuckin end
With a flick of the Bic man I gotta admit
It's the only gift to me that'll always fit
Find me a pack before we gotta split
Momma never raised this boy of hers to quit
Chorus:
A is for the drink thats fit for kings
T is for the motherfucking smoke of nicotine
F is for my automatic's oiled back springs
These are a few of my favorite things
Call me an addict but I still gotta have it
I'll never get enough of hittin' the bad shit
My favorite things keep appearing like magic
And I think Im in love with every habit
Last but never least my favorite firearm
This piece'll serve me better than any alarm
My magic horseshoe and my lucky charm
When Im outta my mind Im out to do you harm
Grew up on 45s 22s
Six shooters and rifles that I learned to use
If you're dumb enough to come after me or my crew
You know the kind of arms that will be coming for you
Chorus:
A is for the drink thats fit for kings
T is for the motherfucking smoke of nicotine
F is for my automatic's oiled back springs
These are a few of my favorite things
Call me an addict but I still gotta have it
I'll never get enough of hittin' the bad shit
My favorite things keep appearing like magic
And I think Im in love with every habit
