In a studio in Omaha,
We assembled a defeated old fart
From somewhere in the South . . .
To bring you this message
From the last working brain cells
All over the world . . .
It's the real thing. Beer.
I'd like to buy the world a home
and furnish it with love
grow apple trees and honey bees
and snow white turtle doves.
and furnish it with love
grow apple trees and honey bees
and snow white turtle doves.
I'd like to each the world to sing -- in perfect harmony. I'd like to buy the world a beer and keep it company.
That's the real thing.
I'd like to each the world to sing -- in perfect harmony. I'd like to buy the world a beer and keep it company.
That's the real thing. Beer.
And the Big Show.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
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