Of all the people I remember when I went to school
There was this old fellow that we all called Daddy Cool
He lived about a mile from town behind a grocery store
He was the man who sold us beer
We'd hide them in the car and drink them on the way to games
The teacher would hear rumors and she'd say,
oh what a shame
We never were without a beer or two before a dance
Leave it to the man who sold us beer
There
never were too many people hung up on the beer
But some grew up and never really let go of the feel
Little Red was never good for anything at all
He's working for the man who sold us beer
Sometimes I go back to see the old gang that I knew
Some of them are still around and some of us have moved
Some people seem to live forever and he's still around
Let's hear it for the man who sold us beer
Some people seem to live forever and he's still around
Let's hear it for the man who sold us beer