From Music Café

Don’t Have To Drink It Here

If you don’t treat me fair
I'm going to take my business elsewhere
I've got to drink beer
But I don’t have to drink it here

I'm the man who pays the check
And I feel I deserve a little respect
When I take my wife to some place nice
I say "Hey baby, order anything you want
Don't even bother looking at the price"

But the twenty dollar pate' tastes like liverwurst
My water glass is empty and I'm dying of thirst
The people who got here after us are eating first
The food is lousy and the service is worse
Lord knows I've got to eat and drink beer
But he also knows that I don't have to drink it here

Waiter! The soup is cold and the bread is stale
And I went out and looked, the cook's got dirty fingernails
There ain't no soap in the washroom
And I had to pick something off of my spoon
Next time I'll steer clear
I have to eat, but I sure as hell don't have to eat here!

If you don’t treat me fair
I'm going to take my business elsewhere
I've got to drink beer
But I don't have to, NO!
I don't have to, NO!
I don't have to, NO!
I don't have to drink it here
Come on baby lets get out of here!