Looking to let off some steam,
I'm chewing thru my leash.
But the bar's too far and I can't drive all thanks to the police.

Gotta undrain the dripping sink in my brain.
Get outta my head but be back the next day.

Guitars and beer,
Guitars and beer,
Insulate the basement, getta stacka gear.

Guitars and beer,
Guitars and beer,
Turn it up and blast the rats all outta there.

Chording in a blackened dive,
The cesspool settles down.
The rhythm section's loaded,
Hardened hecklers in the crowd.

If you wanna hear a lie,
I'll say I'll turn it down,
As the master volume tube-fire curls laughter into frowns.

The chickies are howling.
The bartender farts.
The geezers are scowling as the booze sears their heart.

Guitars and beer,
Guitars and beer,
What was that you're saying, baby, I can't hear?

Guitars and beer,
Guitars and beer,
Gendarmies are assembling with their riot gear,
Saying "Throw down those guitars and walk right outta there."

They're kicking in the walls but they had best beware
'Cos the overdrive is drowning out the sirens’ blare.

Guitars and beer,
Guitars and beer,
You can yelp all night but I'm unable to hear.

Guitars and beer,
Guitars and beer,
It's too late to get away, you're in my lair.

You can keep the house and kids and smart career.
Let's not talk about it for another year.
Maybe by that time I might pretend to care.

Guitars and beer,
Guitars and beer...