What A Way To Die

Well I love you baby
 I'm telling you right here
 But please don't make me decide baby
 Between you and a bottle of beer
 Baby come on over
 Come on over to my side
 Come on baby (My side)
 Well I may not live past twenty-one
 But WOO!
 What a way to die!
 Your lovin' fluctuates baby
 And everybody knows
 But the temperature always stays the same
 On an ice cold bottle of Stroh's
 So baby come on over
 Come on over to my side
 Come on over, honey
 Well I may not live past twenty-one
 But WOO!
 What a way to die
 And when I start my drinking
 My baby throws a fit
 So I just blitz him outta my mind
 With seventeen bottles of Schlitz
 And baby come on over
 Come on over to my side
 Come on
 Well I may not live past twenty-one
 But WOO!
 What a way to die
 You've got the kind of body
 That makes me come alive
 But I'd rather have my hands around
 A bottle of Colt 45
 And baby come on over
 Come on over to my side
 Are you coming now, baby?
 Well I may not live past twenty-one
 But WOO!
 What a way to die