Lyrics:

Well it seems like only yesterday we picked up our Guitars
And played a song for free beer down at Peter Bell's old bar
How were we to know it would ever get this far
To see my glass could be my last so come on raise your jar

And here's to you, and here's to me
Here's to all the things that we'll never be
Here's to all you bastards right or wrong
Hoist your beer and give a cheer
To all the things that you hold dear
And fill 'em up again quick lads
It's another drinkin' song

Well, Singing songs to sell beer gave us licenses to play
Join a band and see the world on ten rubles a day,
Drive a thousand miles play some tunes and then get laid
In every bar no matter where, they're all the fuckin' same

We're not good enough to be a jazz band
We're not smart enough to write a hit song,
We're not cool enough to be a swing band
We're just good enough, to fuck you up!

I know it doesn't really matter what I say
I know there's no one out there listening anyway
And I could sing my songs about chicks and suits and cars
But I'd rather sing my songs about drinking beers in bars

Hoist your beer and give a cheer
To all the things that you hold dear
And fill 'em up again quick lads,
It's another drinkin' song

And fill 'em up again quick
It's another drinkin'
Another drinkin'
Another drinkin' song