your stock in romance,
heartaches on the rise
Wedding bombs are worthless,
just fancy words for lies
Invest in malt and barley,
brewers, yeast and hops
Then every time you drink a cold one,
you will profit from your loss
It's gonna be a bad year for love
and hard times for valentines
So liquidate your holdings,
pawn your rings, dry your eyes
Head for the nearest tavern,
put your four -wheel drive in gear
It's gonna be a bad year for love,
but a real good year for beer.
Once I took out all my savings
And bought some shares in love
Invested in a diamond ring and
swore that was enough
Some blame it on the drinkin'
that caused my wife to leave
But now the beer pays dividends,
don't you see the irony?
It's gonna be a bad year for love,
and hard times for baptizing.
So liquidate your holdings on your rings,
dry your eyes.
Head for the nearest tavern and put
your four -wheel drive in gear.
It's gonna be a bad year for love,
but a real good year for beer.
It's gonna be a bad year for love,
but a real good year for beer.
you