I lost my lover,
Wouldn't spend a fortune just for her.
She wanted my money
Just a bit too much,
So I bought a pack of cigarettes,
And a Playboy magazine,
And walked off
To look for keg of beer.

"Good riddance" I said,
As she boarded a Greyhound in Dallas,
"California's the state for gold-diggers like you!"
I lived there three years
'Fore I move here from San Jose,
I'm going to buy me a keg of beer.

Flipping off the bus,
Playing games on my cellphone,
To the man in the pinstripe suit
I said bye.
He said, "Be careful,
Don't drive after you've been drinking!"

I reached for a cigarette,
Thought there was one in my pocket,
But I smoked the last one
Ten minutes ago.
So I looked at the passers-by,
And read my magazine;
Then went to Moon's for a keg of beer.

Kathy's now gone and I'll be
By myself when I'm sleeping
But I made up my mind
And I really don't care

Watching the cars
Drive the streets of downtown,
And they've all come
To look for a keg of beer,
All come to look for a keg of beer,
All come to look for a keg of beer.