Guesstimate, how much rubble's in my car today
How I should have thrown that beer away
Oh I will clean that mess today

Some would think, that it's madness handling steering wheels
With those cans touching my toes and heels
The mess I made imperils me

Why the cans are there, if you care
I can explain
I heard someone say
I can trade beer cans for change

So I stayed, drunk and buzzed like the entire day
To have cans to trade for minor pay
A fine idea from messed up brains

Now I'm out of beer, my mind's clear
It had been days
I threw in the cans
While too trashed too pull away

I'm afraid, there's more cans than the machine can take
How much beer was drank the last few days?
Oh I can only guesstimate