I was there to witness
Berry's wanton drunkness.
She wants the colts to notice
That she drinks like no pony.

She was inebriated
And always busy chasing
The bottom of a bottle.
She drinks like shes racing.

And I say'

Drink it up. She'll
Drink it quicker.
The keg is dry
But in the back there's liquor.
You can give her
A bottle of stout.
But she'll move on
When you run out.

Hey! Ho! Down it goes!
A shot of bourbon or a glass of merlot.
She's drunk off her ass; got no control.
and she thinks she's made of whiskey.

Hey! Ho! Down it goes!
Once you open a beer it can't be closed.
It tastes so good as it goes down her throat.
She thinks she's made of whiskey.

Suddenly awoken.
She wakes up feeling broken
And shakes off her hangover;
Getting back to sober.

But she's not a victim.
It how she gets her kicks and
in the morning she buy more drinks.
In the evening she'll mix them.

Drink it up, she'll
drink it quicker.
The keg is dry
But in the fridge there's liquor.
Find some booze
And it will get poured.
And if you don't get drunk,
What are you drinking it for?

Now tell me,

Hey! Ho! down it goes!
A shot of bourbon or a glass of merlot.
She's drunk off her ass, got no control
and she thinks she's made of whiskey.

Hey! Ho! Down it goes.
Once you open a beer it can't be closed.
It tastes so good as it goes down her thoat.
She thinks she's made of whiskey.

Drink it up, she'll
drink it quicker.
The keg is dry
But in the fridge there's liquor.
Find some booze
And it will get poured.
And if you don't get drunk,
What are you drinking it for?
What are you drinking it for?
What are you drinking it for?
What are you drinking it for?
What are you drinking it for?
What are you drinking it for?
What are you drinking it for?
What are you drinking it for?
What are you drinking it for?

Hey! Ho! Down it goes.
A shot of bourbon or a glass of merlot.
She's drunk off her ass, got no control.
And she thinks she's made of whiskey.

Hey! Ho! Down it goes.
Once you open a beer it can't be closed.
It tastes so good as it goes down her throat.
She thinks she's made of whiskey.

Hey! Ho! Down it goes.
A shot of bourbon or a glass of merlot.
She's drunk off her ass, got no control.
And she thinks she's made of whiskey.

Hey! Ho! Down it goes.
Once you open a beer it can't be closed.
It tastes so good as it goes down her throat.
She thinks she's made of whiskey.