Your Favorite Martian - Bottles of Beer lyrics

I was chilling with my Bud, Sam Adams
We get a call from Miller
The man was having spasms
And he said, "Dude, get dressed
There's not a chance in hell
That we could miss this keg
Party up in San Miguel"
Do I have to go out, dude?
"No, but that Mexican chick Corona's there
And she's been asking 'bout you"
I hung up the phone, it's
Time to get dressed, i
Put on my Magic Hat and my
Shirt with the Red Stripe we hit a bush
Dodging traffic as we passed by 'em
In that Killian's Red charger
With the Fat Tires
We drove around for like half the night
Luckily the Blue Moon provided Natural Light
We rolled up to the party
Everybody was rocking
Playing Beck's old single on
That iPod dock and that's where it's at
My ears were all ringin'
The party crowd was getting loud
And e'ryone started singin':

Na na na bottles of beer on the wall
Na na na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na na na bottles of beer on the wall
Na na na bottles of beer on the wall
Na na na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na na na bottles of beer on the wall

Now everyone was crammed in the basement
Wasted even Asahi, that foreign exchange kid
He was just in Kingfisher, wreckin' his Vette
Like "Automobile" big leck
I poured myself a brew and
Drank half the glass
This ugly Moosehead chick kept
Grabbing my ass
I told that ugly Harp that she
Could go to hell and then I saw Corona
And she was looking ste-Ste-Stella
And down to have some fun, she
Was still a freshman
A Youngling with a tongue-ring
The alcohol was all clouding my thinking
So I slapped her on the Heineken
I get you a drink?
And she said, "Ha! You're totally cute
And if you fetch me a beer
I'll let you touch my boob"
Hell yeah! I went to get her a drink, then
The party started moving
And e'rybody was all singing

Na na na bottles of beer on the wall
Na na na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na na na bottles of beer on the wall
Na na na bottles of beer on the wall
Na na na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na na na bottles of beer on the wall

Now Corona's ex-boyfriend started
Talking to me his Foster parents nicknamed
Him Milwaukee's Beast
'Cause dude was big enough that
He could tackle the world
He was like "Hey broski
You're jacking my girl
I should bust your SKOL
You look like a queer
I'm gonna challenge you to a
Game of beer pong"
"Of Coors! Challenge accepted"
You can call me Guinness
'cause I'm touting the record"
Beer pong's my game
And with my shoulder cocked
I bounced that ball in the
Cup like a Rolling Rock
We played for a while
And I was wooing them when
I showed everyone who'd win the Blue Ribbon
(Pabst) and Corona was like, "Wow!
You can totally touch my boob now"
I was El Presidente or maybe a King
With my Corona in my Newcastle
And e'rybody started singing:

Na na na bottles of beer on the wall
Na na na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na na na bottles of beer on the wall
Na na na bottles of beer on the wall
Na na na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na na na bottles of beer on the wall