Beergut Lyrics by Fishbone

Beergut

My friend yousta be thin
Hes get all the women
Wed go kick it at the bar
But his drinkin went too far
He could see over his belt
The brotha was slim and svelte
But the gut snuck up while he wasnt lookin
And the beer stood firm within

Beergut - gettin in the way of things
Beergut - no longer can he see his nuts
Beergut - he will keep drinkin till he throws up

Hes got the dunlap disease
His gut is troubled trapped
When his gut lap over his belt buckle
When he chuckle it pinch the belt buckle
My hommies arms and legs are thin
His gut is filled with heineken
40 ounce chug-a-lugs of old english saint ides budweiser

Beergut - gettin in the way of things
Beergut - no longer can he see his nuts
Beergut - he will keep drinkin till he throws up

Then we leave from the bar
We go to the homestead
Get a six pack and turn on the tv
Roll a joint and toke it to the head
Then when the munchies take over
We will raid the convenience store
Grubbin and scarfin and fucked up
And the beergut grows some more

Beergut - gettin in the way of things
Beergut - no longer can he see his nuts
Beergut - he will keep drinkin till he throws up