Song Lyrics

I ain't got no - beer money, I ain't got no - beer money
Hey Mr. Empty Pockets that's my name
Bet you'd like to find yourself a pretty little girl
To pick up the free tab for you
You're a menace - fast talker - pardon me for asking
other-Kiki Rocker-geechie Hanoi slit eye poor boy
Never real things but real things look good
Ain't got no, beer money

Hey, Mr. Pussy Willow with a big fat buzz and smile says go
I think I caught her lookin' at me lookin' at you
And I want to see the color of her pitter patter choolie
Choolie Bingo
Here she comes walkin' real slow
Like a six pack dressed in black
She comes up to me smellin' like a brewery
So I like it, sue me
Ain't got no, beer money
Ain't got no, beer money

There ain't no one left to give me anything for trade
Hey tilt my head back cold gold burns down
If I had a Harley I'd split my Harley in two plus two is six
Burnt matches roofing nails sticking out your arms
You could hurt somebody if you hurt somebody is what you want to do
Ain't got no, beer money
Ain't got no, beer money
Ain't got no, beer money
Ain't got no, beer money

Fred Rose