Five Beer Bottles Songtext
Five beer bottles spinnin' on the floor
I wake up with a girl I've never seen before
I'm starin' at the ceiling tryin' to remember her name
I'm sure she said it was Julie or maybe it was Jane
There were four beer bottles in the club last night
And I was blinded by the bottles, blinded by the lace
Can I buy you a drink and she said,
"Oh, that's so, I'll have a vodka and coke,
Make it a double"
One, two, three, four, five bottles of beer
Five, six, seven, eight, nine months of fear
One, two, three, four, five bottles of beer
Five, six, seven, eight, nine months of fear
Three beer bottles and a taxi home
We were snoggin' on the backseat
With the driver lookin' on
She's wearin' too much make-up
But she's a better hoped
But I'm steamin' and lonely
My bed's so cold
Two beer bottles
Underneath the sheets
Fumbling with brash drops
My pants round my feet
When it's all over
I feel nothin' at all
Just cold, just cold
One, two, three, four, five bottles of beer
Five, six, seven, eight, nine months of fear
One, two, three, four, five bottles of beer
Five, six, seven, eight, nine months of fear
Pregnancies, STDs - blame them all on the bottles
Pregnancies, STDs - blame them all on the bottles
One beer bottle spinnin' on the floor
As she pulls on her clothes and walks to the door
I don't know what to say,
I'm just lyin' in my bed
So I say, "Goodbye, Julie"
"My name is Jane," she said
I wake up with a girl I've never seen before
I'm starin' at the ceiling tryin' to remember her name
I'm sure she said it was Julie or maybe it was Jane
There were four beer bottles in the club last night
And I was blinded by the bottles, blinded by the lace
Can I buy you a drink and she said,
"Oh, that's so, I'll have a vodka and coke,
Make it a double"
One, two, three, four, five bottles of beer
Five, six, seven, eight, nine months of fear
One, two, three, four, five bottles of beer
Five, six, seven, eight, nine months of fear
Three beer bottles and a taxi home
We were snoggin' on the backseat
With the driver lookin' on
She's wearin' too much make-up
But she's a better hoped
But I'm steamin' and lonely
My bed's so cold
Two beer bottles
Underneath the sheets
Fumbling with brash drops
My pants round my feet
When it's all over
I feel nothin' at all
Just cold, just cold
One, two, three, four, five bottles of beer
Five, six, seven, eight, nine months of fear
One, two, three, four, five bottles of beer
Five, six, seven, eight, nine months of fear
Pregnancies, STDs - blame them all on the bottles
Pregnancies, STDs - blame them all on the bottles
One beer bottle spinnin' on the floor
As she pulls on her clothes and walks to the door
I don't know what to say,
I'm just lyin' in my bed
So I say, "Goodbye, Julie"
"My name is Jane," she said