Colorado Kool-aid

I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston Texas Been drinkin' some Colorado Kool Aid and talking' to some Mexicans And we was - uh, what's that y'say What's Colorado Kool Aid Well it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream It'll set yer head on fire and make your kidneys scream Ohhh It sure is fine Yeah we was havin' one of them real good times But you know every beer joint you ever been in Some big mean drunk, who just ain't got no friends Sure enough wants to fight, yeah, He's gonna whip everything in sight Well sir, he took a big old swallow of beer And walked on over and spit in my Mexican friends ear Well sure enough, that made my buddy real mad Cause that's like somethin' he ain't never had Well sir, he pulled out a big, long switchblade knife Quick as a whistle, he began to slice That big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears Lookin' down at the floor at one of his ears Hmph- he cut that thang off even with the side burns Now you might say that one little Mexican fellow He just didn't give a damn But he was a gentleman about it, he bent over with a halfway grin Picked it up and handed it back to him Now Big Man, you get the urge to spit a little beer Just open up your hand and spit it in your own ear Won't be no trouble that way, that's what I heard him say And I said barmaid, bring us another round of them Colorado Kool Aids And while your up there bring this fellow a box of band aids Now let me tell you, if your ever drivin' down in South Texas And you decide to stop and drink some of that Colorado Kool Aid Even maybe talk to some Mexicans, and you get the urge to get a little tough Better make damn sure you got your knife-proof earmuffs Ain't that right big man, I said ain't that right big man Ah, hell he can't hear, not on this side anyway, he ain't got no ear Hey barmaid, bring us a big glass of that Colorado Kool Aid How bout it, how ya doin' big man, still got yer ear there in your hand