Went down to the public pier Went down with a cooler of beer Got a text from my best friend Joe Saying he can't make it no more Oh, no! Not Joe! So I poured one out in the sea I'll be my own damn drinking buddy But then a fin emerged from the dark Something started drinking my PBR Oh, no! It's a shark! Drunk Shark! Made a habit every Tuesday night Of downing brews with my favorite great white Five or six turned to seven or eight Hunting is hard when you can't see straight Oh, no! We're drunk! One day we were really buzzed When the all-girl swim team started swimming at us I wanted love, and he wanted food But we were too fucked up to make any moves Oh, no! Drunk Shark! White Claw! After summer it got all cold He went to Florida to prey on the old I stayed in town, started drinking indoors Thought of Drunk Shark with every Molson and Coors Oh, no! Indoors?! Next summer I was out on the pier Sitting there alone with my cooler of beer I heard a splash and looked down below Drunk Shark's back and down to party for sure! Fuck yeah! Drunk Shark! Drunk Shark! Drunk Shark! Drunk Shark!