Thank you guys
You okay if we do some drinking songs?
'Cause I could use a drink
I need a drink, let's go
Oh, let's get the, uh, you know
Let's get the thing that we spent 700 bucks on yesterday
So our dad told us we have way too many drinking songs
And we do, we do, we definitely do
But that's because we love to drink
So instead of, uh, doing one by one, we did a medley
It's called the beer medley
A party ain't a party
Until you got one
A Friday ain't a Friday
Happy Friday, y'all
Until you pop one
So if you got a cooler full of the usual
And you could use a little throwback
Or you got a line in, but they ain't bitin'
Go ahead and pull that tab
Nothin' takes the heat out of a summer
Makes it feel good in a damn good time
You can make them mounds change color
Or your own sepia thrown on ice
Nothin' takes the edge off 'round five o'clock
It's always that time somewhere, man
Nothin' hits like nothin' fits right in your hand
Like a beer can
Yip yip, take a little sip sip
That silver bullet go
You gotta sing that, it goes, "Yip yip, sip sip"
Yip yip, take a little sip sip
Keep it Yeti cold
Do it, ready, go
Okay
Yip yip, sip sip
One, two, three, four
Yip yip, take a little sip sip
Alright
We got a couple more, I'm trustin' you, Toronto
Go
Yip yip, take a little sip sip
Last one, one, two, three, four
Yip yip, take a little sip sip
Like a
Like a beer can
Alright, we got to put this next song out
With one of our, uh, good, good friends
He's just starting out in his own career
Nate Holler, have you heard of him? Anybody?
Nate Holler and Brett Kissel
This song is called "Somewhere to Drink"
It's somewhere to drink, somewhere to chill
Somewhere to hide your hat hair with a flat bill
That you gotta go to rendezvous
What you go to when you know you
Somewhere downtown or in the country
A spot you found with your honey
A hole in the wall, circled-up trucks in the parking lot
Yeah, everybody's got somewhere to drink
Somewhere to drink
Somewhere to drink
Somewhere to drink
Somewhere to drink
Oh yeah, put your hands up in the street, yeah
A concrete jungle, a beach town bungalow
Or out at the county line
If you're new to town, take a ride around
It won't take long to find
Oh my gosh
Alright, should we get the props going here?
Let's stand up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out
This is "Happy Hour," you ready?
Why limit happy to an hour
When we got all day to drink?
On a boat, in a bar, in your friend's backyard
Good times fly by in a blink
And I think if there's twenty-four hours in a day
And there's twenty-four ice-cold cans in a case
Yeah, that's life just tryin' to say
Why limit happy to an hour?
Careful, ah, ah
Why limit happy to an hour? Yeah
Why limit happy to an hour?
Oh yeah, smart
Uh-huh
Alright
Moving right along through this beer medley here
So this next song is cool
We wrote this over Zoom at my house in Toronto
And, uh, we didn't know, we didn't think anything was gonna come of it
But then
We got a call one day from Mr. Dean Brody
And he asked if we could cut it with our friend Jade Eagleson
This song is called "More Drinkin' Than Fishin'"
Let's hear you sing over us
I've been nonstop ridin' blacktop
Feeling that dawn landlock, I need to change it up
It's a good day for a twelve pace
On a lake with some bait and a twelve o'clock buzz
Well, I ain't no bass pro
But I can shake a line and that's somethin'
And this beer here is ice cold
So even if I'm reelin' in nothin', what?
I got a buddy with a boat, my two-stroke's got blue Yeti
Ready, ice conditions
Got my gas in the tank on a riverbank
Yeah, we ain't makin' no waves, but we're tippin'
All the tops have been popped, but the bobber ain't popped
Only thing that I've caught's a blue ribbon
Ain't got one bite, but we're doin' alright
'Cause we're doin' more drinkin' than fishin'
Yeah, we're doin' more drinkin' than fishin', yeah
Should we get the, uh, the special props?
Yeah, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
If I caught one
Then I wouldn't be throwin' back
But I ain't caught none
So I just keep throwin' back
I got a buddy with a boat, Merc two stroke
Sky blue yeti, ready as conditions
I got the gas in the tank on the river bank
Yeah, we ain't making no waves, but we're tippin'
All the tops have been popped, but the bobber ain't popped
Only thing that I caught's a blue ribbon
Ain't got one back, but we're doin' alright
'Cause we're doin' more drinkin' than fishin'
Ain't got one back, but we're doin' alright
'Cause we're doin' more drinkin' than fishin', yeah
Wrote a postcard to you, baby
'Cause you've been on my mind a whole lot lately
Popped a twelve pack, kicked back
And thought I'd get a little gone too
Got a new crush, she's that head rush
Well, she's one hell of a whole lot more fun
Than your heart that's as cold as this can that I'm holding onto
So between me and you
I'm drunk, I'm wasted
I'm high, hell, I'm faded
My vision's blurry, but I hope I'm being perfectly clear
Because this buzz I've been chasing
Is better than my love that you wasted
And if you ever think I wish you were here
No, I wish you were beer
So if you ever get to missing me
And wishing you could come back home
You should know
I'll be super busy tipsy 'cause she lets me tap her keg all night long
I'm drunk, I'm wasted
I'm high, hell, I'm faded
My vision's blurry, but I hope I'm being perfectly clear
I wish you were beer
'Cause this buzz I've been chasing
Is better than my love that you wasted
And if you ever think I wish you were here
And if you ever think I wish you were here
And if you ever think I wish you were here
No, I wish you were beer
'Cause I'm drunk, I'm wasted
I'm high, hell, I'm faded
My vision's blurry, but I hope I'm being perfectly clear
Because this buzz I've been chasing
Is better than my love that you wasted
And if you ever think I wish you were here
No, I wish you were beer