| Song | Beer Nut |
| Artist | The Lucksmiths |
| Album | Happy Secret |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| All the streets look the same ’til I’m fumbling for change | |
| Light on the porch like we had arranged | |
| Home street home, it cheers me | |
| Pat my pockets for the key | |
| The boys and I have been throwing back glasses in big stone houses | |
| Waiting glazed for the man to rouse us | |
| Those two in despair | |
| After this round we’re square | |
| Yeah, we’re square | |
| There’s many a slip between lager and lip | |
| Conversation gets average and mean | |
| Half asleep and seeing double | |
| It’s time for me to leave | |
| Stood for a second while my eyes demisted | |
| My head like a pretzel, salty and twisted | |
| Stepped into the hail for a taxi | |
| It’s raining ice, but “Just relax” he said | |
| Christ you’re up across town | |
| You look like a ghost | |
| Just try and keep it down | |
| Keep it down... | |
| There’s many a slip between lager and lip | |
| Conversation gets average and mean | |
| Half asleep and seeing double | |
| It’s time for me to leave | |
| When I come home full up | |
| You sigh “Come here beer nut” |
| All the streets look the same ' til I' m fumbling for change | |
| Light on the porch like we had arranged | |
| Home street home, it cheers me | |
| Pat my pockets for the key | |
| The boys and I have been throwing back glasses in big stone houses | |
| Waiting glazed for the man to rouse us | |
| Those two in despair | |
| After this round we' re square | |
| Yeah, we' re square | |
| There' s many a slip between lager and lip | |
| Conversation gets average and mean | |
| Half asleep and seeing double | |
| It' s time for me to leave | |
| Stood for a second while my eyes demisted | |
| My head like a pretzel, salty and twisted | |
| Stepped into the hail for a taxi | |
| It' s raining ice, but " Just relax" he said | |
| Christ you' re up across town | |
| You look like a ghost | |
| Just try and keep it down | |
| Keep it down... | |
| There' s many a slip between lager and lip | |
| Conversation gets average and mean | |
| Half asleep and seeing double | |
| It' s time for me to leave | |
| When I come home full up | |
| You sigh " Come here beer nut" |
| All the streets look the same ' til I' m fumbling for change | |
| Light on the porch like we had arranged | |
| Home street home, it cheers me | |
| Pat my pockets for the key | |
| The boys and I have been throwing back glasses in big stone houses | |
| Waiting glazed for the man to rouse us | |
| Those two in despair | |
| After this round we' re square | |
| Yeah, we' re square | |
| There' s many a slip between lager and lip | |
| Conversation gets average and mean | |
| Half asleep and seeing double | |
| It' s time for me to leave | |
| Stood for a second while my eyes demisted | |
| My head like a pretzel, salty and twisted | |
| Stepped into the hail for a taxi | |
| It' s raining ice, but " Just relax" he said | |
| Christ you' re up across town | |
| You look like a ghost | |
| Just try and keep it down | |
| Keep it down... | |
| There' s many a slip between lager and lip | |
| Conversation gets average and mean | |
| Half asleep and seeing double | |
| It' s time for me to leave | |
| When I come home full up | |
| You sigh " Come here beer nut" |