Beer belly blues... what color are my new shoes...'cause my feet & belt buckle are things I rarely see.My problem is not my glands,it comes poured from aluminum cans,and Pabst Blue Ribbon's been awfully good to me....and honey when you buy my shirts, make sure they're triple-XLs4 or 5 people I know at work have started calling me Orson Welles...I've got endorsement offers from Michelob Light & Strohs,and Junior Samples family called, and they're savin' me his old clothes.Beer belly blues... what color are my new shoes...'cause my pants & my zipper are things I rarely see.My Momma says I'm big-boned...I'm built like a Jim Walter home...and Old Milwaukee's been awfully good to me.Yeah, I used to be a lean 175, now I'm way over 3...It's gettin' to the point where my own wife don't wanna slow dance with me,'cause I like to eat and watch TV, and knock out a case or two...even people like Sally Struthers say that I need to lose a few.Beer belly blues are somethin' that I can't lose.If Richard Simmons saw me, he'd cry, and hold my hand.Yeah, but I couldn't touch my knees if I was sweatin' to the oldies,and Old Milwaukee's been awfully good to me.Yeah, Pabst Blue Ribbon's been awfully good to me...Yeah, yeast in general's been awfully good to me.
