B-Y-O-B,
bring your own beer,
don't come empty-handed.
The night was clear to that stipulation,
I could not agree.
Yeah,
them's are the rules that I wish they'd relax.
The host provides music and snacks if you B-Y-O-B.
I show up at this party,
but I'm wondering why I came.
A bunch of strangers mailing around and asking me my name.
I've nothing to contribute,
this is clearly not my crowd.
I'm going back for seconds,
I don't care if it's allowed.
And I'll sift through the pretzel dust till Miller time is up.
Holding out for refills of my empty solo cup.
B-Y-O-B,
bring your own beer,
I came unprepared when I've entered in here.
This party is dead, boy,
or is it just me?
Got nothing to offer, nor to achieve.
Should I know when I got here to leave?
It's a B-Y-O-B.
They send me on a beer run,
how they talk me into that.
And on this back road sure took my fierce to get so flat.
The wind blows like a * and the ground's a skating rink.
If I brought my own beer,
at least I'd have something to drink.
Not just this bag of empties,
I'm returning to the store.
The sheriff shows up,
hey,
there's open bottles on your floor.
B-Y-O-B, bring your own beer,
guess where I'm spending the rest of the year?
Prisoners in jail,
not guilty as my plea.
I've got no excuse, cause I done nothing wrong.
Don't go blaming my old backseat bong.
Blame B-Y-O-B.
The deputies sing,
hark the herald angels,
what a din.
One shares a cup of eggnog with me,
soon I'm joining in.
Then later in my bunk,
I start to think on what I've missed.
If life gives you lemons,
maybe that is just a twist.
B-Y-O-B,
bring your own beer,
make your own parties,
spread your own cheer, say it after you.
Don't just say, pour me, pour me.
So fill up your heart and give what you've got,
cause someone might give you a shot if you B-Y-O-B.
B-Y-O-B.
B-Y-O-B.