The beer in this bar doesn't taste good to me anymore
I'd rather not come here at all anymore
Besides, I know, and not just since today
I know the wrong people here
One guy sits here every night
Never has a penny in his pocket
Then he asks everyone, that's his trick
For a dime, and he's got his beer
With the girls he goes about it the same way
Gives a little kiss there
If that's still not enough, he makes the rounds again
And lands himself many a happy hour that way
The beer in this bar doesn't taste good to me anymore
I'd rather not come here at all anymore
Besides, I know, and not just since today
I know the wrong people here
Just as often another one walks in
He's got only three hairs left
And he winds them round his head
Because he thinks he's still too young to be bald
With the girls he starts the same way
He claims that's how he reels in the young chicks
Only that way, around his finger
Why shouldn't it be true
Even the clammiest hand will find a knee sometime
The beer in this bar doesn't taste good to me anymore
I'd rather not come here at all anymore
Besides, I know, and not just since today
I know the wrong people here
I barely show up here myself anymore
I prefer to drink my beer at home
I sit there working on myself
Even my neighbors think that's nice
I don't talk to the girls here anymore anyway
I'd rather stick to just one
She's got character but sadly crooked legs
But everything can be fixed, and it won't be on me
If you know what you want, you can straighten it out
The beer in this bar doesn't taste good to me anymore
I'd rather not come here at all anymore
Besides, I know, and not just since today
I know the wrong people here