Colorado Cool-Aid

Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas Was drinkin' Colorado Cool-Aid and talkin' to some Mexicans An' we was, what's that you say? What's Colorado Cool-Aid? Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream It'll set you head on fire an' make your kidneys scream Oh, it sure is fine Yeah, we was havin' ourselves one of them real good times But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in Some big, mean drunk who just ain't got no friend Sure enough, he wants to fight Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in sight Well, he took him a big cold swallow of beer And he walked over and spit in my Mexican friends ear And sure enough that made my buddy real mad That's somethin' like he ain't never had Well, Sir, he pulled out a big, long switch blade 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, an' one of his ears Ha, he cut that thing off even with the sideburns You might say the little Mexican fella, he just didn't give a darn But he was a gentleman about it An' bent over and with a half way grin Picked it up and handed it back to him He said, "Now big man, you get the urge to spit a little beer "Just open up your hand there 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, set us up a round of that Colorado Cool-Aid While you're up there, bring this big fella here, a box of Bandaids" Now let me tell you if you're ever ridin' down in south of Texas And decide to stop an' drink some Colorado Cool-Aid An' maybe talk to some Mexicans An' you get the urge to get a little tough Better make damn sure you got your knife proof ear-muff Hey, 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 all a big, tall glass of that Colorado Cool-Aid How about it? How you doin', big man? Still got your ear there in your hand?