King of Beers
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Lyrics
Well, I've got a factory that's full of hops And I pay nothing for American crops Now I'm pulling out all of the stops -- I'm taking my brewery to the top I'm the King of Beers! I like to work on my golf driving It takes my mind off the babies dying And when I hear the sound of my stocks climbing It drowns out the noise of the nations crying Thinking about my St. Louis home My son and two daughters getting stoned Spending days, or weeks, on the phone Begging Grandfather for a loan
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:26
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 130 BPM