Bird Dog just had her puppies, that's a hundred dollars cash apiece.This old boy's struck it country rich, at least for a couple of weeks.I owe my daddy that fifty spot in the muffler shop, the rest.Daddy and mama's gonna have to wait, I got an empty ice chest, boys, it's beer time.This old town's dry, headed to the county line, for something cold.I need a twelve pack and a brown paper sack.I sit down in the back, find a deep mud hole.I got my baby and some roundy friends of mine.It's beer time.It's beer time.Heard Bo Seepus was coming to town, and I still had a little cash.I bought me a couple of nosebleed tickets, way up in the back.He chilled me to the bone, he sang, got a shotgun rifle and a four wheel drive.Crowd went crazy and I told my baby, it was worth every dime.Now it's beer time here at Hank's Playlife, country boy can't survive.I need something cold when the shore winds party with my roundy friends.Hell of a weekend, I ain't ready to go.Crack another top beneath the parking lot lights.It's beer time.Boys, it's beer time.This old town's dry, headed to the county line, for something cold.I need a twelve pack and a brown paper sack.I sit down in the back, find a deep mud hole.I got my baby and some roundy friends of mine.It's beer time.It's beer time.It's five o'clock, Friday afternoon, and it's beer time.Yeah, the fish are biting in a honey hole.It's beer time.It's beer time.