Текст песни Motörhead — Beer Drinkers & Hellraisers
If you see me walkin' down the line
With my fav'rite honky tonk in mind,
Well, I'll be round around suppertime
With my can of bitter and a bunch of fine.
Beer drinkin' and hell raisers.
Little girl, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
The crowd gets loud when the band gets right,
Steel guitar cryin' through the night.
Yeah, try'n to cover up the corner fight
But ev'rything's cool 'cause bass is tight.
Beer drinkin' and hell raisers, yeah.
Little girl, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
See me dancin' like a cat on hot tin.
I'm never, never gonna give in.
I'm a-countin' on this straight to win
Whisky ain't never been a sin
Beer drinkin' hell raisers, yeah.
Little girl, baby, don't you wanna come with me?