Bottles of Beer Your Favorite Martian

[Verse 1: Humbert]
I was chilling with my Bud, Sam Adams
We get a call from Miller, the man was having spasms
And he said, "Dude, get dressed, there's not a chance in hell
That we could miss this keg party up in San Miguel"
Do I have to go out, dude?
"No, but that Mexican chick Corona's there
And she's been asking 'bout you."
I hung up the phone, it's time to get dressed, I
Put on my Magic Hat and my shirt with the Red Stripe
We hit a bush, dodging traffic as we passed by 'em
In that Killian's Red charger with the Fat Tires
We drove around for like half the night
Luckily the Blue Moon provided Natural Light
We rolled up to the party, everybody was rocking
Playing Beck's old single on that iPod dock and
That's where it's at, my ears were all ringin'
The party crowd was getting loud, and e'ryone started singin':

[Chorus]
Na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall