Verse 1
As a truck driver, I roll through every state,
From Texas heat to that New York traffic wait.
I eat in dusty diners, grab a burger and fries,
And wash it down with a beer — that’s my prize.
Now I love me a beer, yeah, that’s no secret, dear—
But since one trip to Europe… things changed over here.
Chorus
American beer tastes like piss.
Sorry, folks, but it is what it is.
Anyone who’s had a real brew overseas
Knows what beer is supposed to be.
So tell me why we settle for this?
I’m a hard-workin’ man — I need more than fizz.
Verse 2
In Prague they pour perfection in a glass,
In Vienna they brew with old-world class.
Bavaria treats beer like holy scripture,
Golden, bold — a flawless mixture.
Back home we cheer and raise our cans…
But I just don’t quite understand.
Bridge
Bud is for butts
Bud Light? A death fight.
And Miller just a killer
I ain’t tryin’ to be mean or crass,
I just want a beer with taste and class.
Chorus
American beer tastes like piss.
Sorry, folks, but it is what it is.
Anyone who’s had a real brew overseas
Knows what beer is supposed to be.
So tell me why we settle for this?
I’m a hard-workin’ man — I need more than fizz.