Well, I love you, baby I'm telling you, right here But please don't make me decide, baby Between you and a bottle of beer Baby, come on over Come on over to my side Come on baby (my side) Well, I may not live past twenty-one But, woo What a way to die Your lovin' fluctuates, baby And everybody knows But the temperature always stays the same On an ice-cold bottle of Stroh's So, baby, come on over Come on over to my side Come on over, honey Well, I may not live past twenty-one But, woo What a way to die And when I start my drinking My baby throws a fit So I just blitz him outta my mind With seventeen bottles of Schlitz And, baby, come on over Come on over to my side Come on Well, I may not live past twenty-one But, woo What a way to die You've got the kind of body That makes me come alive But I'd rather have my hands around A bottle of Colt 45 And, baby, come on over Come on over to my side Are you coming now, baby? Well, I may not live past twenty-one But, woo What a way to die