Rice and Beans

Rice and beans, rice and beans, good ol’ rice and beans,

cheap beer and tortillas and good ol’ rice and beans.

Rice and beans, rice and beans, good ol’ rice and beans,

cheap beer and tortillas and good ol’ rice and beans.

 

Last night I went to see my gal, I met ‘er at the door,

shoes and stockin’s in her hand and feet all over the floor.

She told me not to come in ’cause her place it was a mess.

I hit the road a runnin’ and haven’t seen ‘er since.

 

Rice and beans, rice and beans, good ol’ rice and beans,

cheap beer and tortillas and good ol’ rice and beans.

Rice and beans, rice and beans, good ol’ rice and beans,

cheap beer and tortillas and good ol’ rice and beans.

 

I woke up this mornin’ and looked up on the wall,

the cooties and the bedbugs were playin’ a game of ball.

The score was one to nothin’, the cooties were ahead,

a bedbug hit a homerun and knocked me outta bed, hey!

 

Rice and beans, rice and beans, good ol’ rice and beans,

cheap beer and tortillas and good ol’ rice and beans.

Rice and beans, rice and beans, good ol’ rice and beans,

cheap beer and tortillas and good ol’ rice and beans.

 

In the bar to get skunk drunk I drank my weight in beer,

the first girl that I thought I saw, I slapped her on the rear.

She said her name was Paula, she was pretty tall,

but when we went to my place, she turned out to be Paul.

 

Rice and beans, rice and beans, good ol’ rice and beans,

cheap beer and tortillas and good ol’ rice and beans.

Rice and beans, rice and beans, good ol’ rice and beans,

cheap beer and tortillas and good ol’ rice and beans.

 

 

Inspired by an American Depression Era song