When I was seven or eight
I had my very first beer
It was a sip that I got from 'Cool' Uncle Mike
Who said "It tastes great,
So why should you wait?
Better sooner than late."
Yeah, I was just about eight

When I was only twelve
I really had a taste for beer
I'd visit supermarts with my big baggy clothes
And steal from the shelves
When things didn't go so well
I'd end up in a juvie cell
And I was only twelve

When I was sixteen or so
I was addicted to beer
I'd go to parties with friends and drink from the keg
Cause that was my scene
My parents would scream
They always seemed mean
The year that I was sixteen

When I was twenty-one
I had my first legal beer
But legal didn't mean a thing, cause I'd already had
So many years of fun
So why did I feel numb?
And I lived like a bum
When I was twenty-one

When I was twenty-five
I had my very last beer
I met a smart young girl who shared some words
That cut like a knife
My salvation arrived
And she saved my life
When I was twenty-five