(Lyrics by Chris Huntington, Music by Chris Huntington and Kraig Greff)
The sun goes down in the decadent town and the people are on their way.
They go to the bar, belly on up, to the all mighty beer they pray.
We're talkin' a town where they coined the phrase “A bar on every corner.”
So give 'em a round and line 'em up…they'll drink 'em all down in order.
They love that Natty Boh
They love that Natty, love that Natty Boh
Friends are all there to drink with the mayor while poverty strikes the city.
The picture despairs but nobody cares to see it painted so pretty.BR>
(or nobody cares to see the picture painted oh so pretty)
The streetlights are on, nobody's home and the children are out to play.
I think it would only be safe…only be safe to say...
They love that Natty Boh
They love that Natty, love that Natty Boh