Me and my friends, we’re alright guys. We do what we gotta do to get by. But boys will be boys till the end of time, and sometimes we get wild. Waking up in a pizza box, so what? We’re doing fine. We know what we’re doing and we’re doing it all the time. Way back when I was just a kid, man I couldn’t wait to live like this. Just one of the guys, just fitting in, just slapping backs and kicking it. Every Sunday I spent watching football with my dad, I was learning about what it means to be a man. So let’s all hop on the Coors Light train, the one they show in football games, from the top of Everest down to Union Station — we can party the whole way! Then we’ll set up the amps and drums and plug in the smoke machine and play the sickest show that LoDo’s ever seen. Then we’ll hit up a Rockies game, way up in the cheap seats. Do a beer bong from the upper deck down to Blake Street. Cause I’m living in a beer commercial minus all the beaches and girls. It’s a cold and shallow world, and I’m drowning it. But I don’t wanna talk no more. Vic, gimme some beer commercial lead guitar! I’m living in a beer commercial, minus all the beaches and girls.