Guess Who Coors For Sunday Lyrics

Coors For Sunday Lyrics

Hey dreambreaker, you gonna laugh

Now that you fell down?

You broke my will and stole my soul

Without even a half-ass frown



You got Coors for Sunday

You got a way with the Negro boys

Comes to steppin' on their women

Spendin' all your cash just to hear their noise



You got cool

Not even you could ever get that hip

Seems your nose started runnin' everytime

You tried to let your backbone slip



You know it ain't right

When you're screamin' in the morning



You got Kings at your table

They're just a backstreet bunch of clowns

Steppin' out, have a look over

I hope I'm there to see you tumble on down