Pour me another Running through the fields tipping over cattle But falling on my *** These cows won’t budge It’s an uphill battle and I’m in reverse So I fall and smoke my head upon the earth Laughing I need another shot to hit me. Now I can’t grip it it’s slipping my coordination is the worst I’m having a good time So pour me another Wait hows My stomach turned I can’t remember the rhyme Is it beer before liquor or the other way around I think I mixed it both ways I’ve caught up to myself I’m gonna puke like in the old days When I first started chugging stolen beers Like what I thought all enlightened teens did So quick let me hold this bucket in the front of my face As I run outside Oh **** I spilled it slipped in it And vomited again by the stain It feels like a vice grip is beating up my brain.