Well, it's Saturday night,
I just topped a' Bud,
And pretty soon I'm snappin' two
They're identical, from the top to the tud,
Redneck science comin' thru,
Might say I'm clo-onin'
Clo-o-onin' the brews...

Good suds can make things better
When you're left on your own
Even my old dog is boo-oo-oozin'
Each night we both clone..
'Bout as sad and as low as a country song
She left a lotta' rows to plow..
but when first love is gone..and a second's still strong
Sacrifices - you make somenow..
That's why I'm clo-onin'
Clo-o-onin' the brews..

Got a lotta' good pals who'd hang around
But I don't feel like huntin' coons
When a love goes wrong, you cry no sound
You just lick your own dang wounds
And so I'm clo-onin'
Clo-o-onin' the brews..

Oh, baby, baby, baby,
Every day my mem'ry roams
These mi-ixed emo-otions - they hurt my chromosomes
I'm doin' my dangest to face each day
All alone in this lonesome shack
Might even stop drinkin' three or four
If you would just come back..
Till then, I'm clo-onin'
Clo-o-onin' the brews..

Till then, I'm clo-onin'
Clo-o-onin' the brews..