Bourbon Beard It's sweeter than I drink easily I don't even like the taste of my bourbon beard But I'd rather feel sleazy than desperate and crazed My bourbon beard Holds my head up for a while Helps me feel like I'm not shot
They say that we're just a couple of drunks whose pants are way too tight My bourbon beard It's hard to admit the truth So I creep into the night My bourbon beard I've got a reason to smile Stay with me for a little while
Nothing but money in my jeans
I'm still sorta young and I'm free and white My bourbon beard The kids, well, I'm still one of them It's working out all right My bourbon beard Don't count it against me At least I made it this far I came in through the front door I'm open to you now I'm willing to advance
Oh I think they're coming to get me Yeah I think I'm going insane Isn't everybody strange?