I Love Beer Bellies

You must have found where I parked my car.
I thought I hid it well behind this bar.
I came in here to have a draft.
Beer doesn’t wine or bring up the past.
Beer doesn’t fuss or get jealous
Nor does it drive around looking for a fight.
That’s why I’m here tonight.
So I guess I’ll come and tell you out right.
Oh Nelly, my sweet Nelly.
My high life is rolling low.
I like beer, but I love beer bellies.
Both bodies look good full.
It’s hard to prop your head on a 6 pack.
A big belly makes a great pillow.
Oh yes, Nelly, I love beer bellies.
I love beer bellies.
Oh yes, Nelly, I love beer bellies.
Beer bellies rein.
If I was the president, I’d declare a beer belly holiday.
If I ran the winter Olympics, I’d hold the beer belly games.
Now, Nelly, you need to leave.
We’re having our club meeting.
And we just started the meet and greet.
So beat it Nelly. You got to go.
Oh Nelly, my sweet Nelly.
My high life is rolling low.
I like beer, but I love beer bellies.
Both bodies look good full.
It’s hard to prop your head on a 6 pack.
A big belly makes a great pillow.
Oh yes, Nelly, I love beer bellies.
Oh yes, Nelly, I love beer bellies.
Beer bellies rein.
If you want to be a part of this club,
You got to have a big belly you can rub.
What you doing Nelly with that keg?
You can’t duck tape it around your waste.
Rub dub a rub dub dubby
I want to rub it like it was Budda’s tummy.
A rub dub, rub dub dubby. A rub a tummy for good luck. A rub dub, dub dub dubby.
I want to rub it like it was Budda’s tummy.
A rub dub, dub dub dubby. Rub a tummy for good luck. A rub dub, dub dub dubby.
Beer bellies rein.