Crystal Clear (beer) by Beck

Plastic donut, can of spam
There's no kindness in this land
Better not let my good gal catch you here
She's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer
Coffee clothing pasted on
Clean my gravestone when i'm gone
And you better not let my good gal catch you here
She's got a whole pile of things you don't wanna hear

Hitch my horse up to the town
I got my toenails painted brown
And you better not let my good gal catch you here
She'll cut you down and put the blame on me

Just a muscle in a bag
Throw my baby, don't let her sag
Ya better not let my good gal catch you here
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer