I don’t live in California
I heard that was the place
For goodlooking women
That you don’t have to chase

I live here in Laredo
And I love my mobile home
But late at night I’m all alone
Stroking on my bone

Oh oh oh
Hot beer and cold women
I don’t think that I’ll ever get away from

She said she was seventeen
She looked like she might do
But when the police showed up at my apartment
I knew that we were through

Oh oh oh
Hot beer and cold women
I guess I’d have to say
Hot beer and cold women
I don’t think that I’ll ever get away from

The city turned off my
Good ole electricity
I went and got some warm bush
Over at the circle k
I went on home and I put it
In my dark apartment
I called up an old girlfriend and she said,
“go fuck yourself you big asshole.”

Oh oh oh
Hot beer and cold women
They sure do take their toll
But all these hot beer and cold women
Seem to have some kind of hold over my soul