[Verse 1: Humbert]
I was chilling with my Bud, Sam Adams
We get a call from Miller, the man was having spasms
And he said, "Dude, get dressed, there's not a chance in hell
That we could miss this keg party up in San Miguel"
Do I have to go out, dude?
"No, but that Mexican chick Corona's there
And she's been asking 'bout you."
I hung up the phone, it's time to get dressed, I
Put on my Magic Hat and my shirt with the Red Stripe
We hit a bush, dodging traffic as we passed by 'em
In that Killian's Red charger with the Fat Tires
We drove around for like half the night
Luckily the Blue Moon provided Natural Light
We rolled up to the party, everybody was rocking
Playing Beck's old single on that iPod dock and
That's where it's at, my ears were all ringin'
The party crowd was getting loud, and e'ryone started singin':

[Chorus]
Na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
[Verse 2: Humbert]
Now everyone was crammed in the basement, wasted
Even Asahi, that foreign exchange kid
He was just in Kingfisher, wreckin' his Vette
Like "Automobile" big leck
I poured myself a brew and drank half the glass
This ugly Moosehead chick kept grabbing my ass
I told that ugly Harp that she could go to hell and
Then I saw Corona, and she was looking ste-Ste-Stella
And down to have some fun, she
Was still a freshman, a Youngling with a tongue-ring
The alcohol was all clouding my thinking
So I slapped her on the Heineken I get you a drink?
And she said, "Ha! You're totally cute
And if you fetch me a beer, I'll let you touch my boob"
Hell yeah! I went to get her a drink, then
The party started moving, and e'rybody was all singing

[Chorus]
Na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
[Verse 3: Humbert, DeeJay]
Now Corona's ex-boyfriend started talking to me
His Foster parents nicknamed him Milwaukee's Beast
'Cause dude was big enough that he could tackle the world
He was like "Hey broski, you're jacking my girl
I should bust your SKOL, you look like a queer
I'm gonna challenge you to a game of beer pong"
"Of Coors! Challenge accepted"
You can call me Guinness, 'cause I'm touting the record."
Beer pong's my game, and with my shoulder cocked
I bounced that ball in the cup like a Rolling Rock
We played for a while, and I was wooing them when
I showed everyone who'd win the Blue Ribbon (Pabst!)
And Corona was like, "Wow!
You can totally touch my boob now"
I was El Presidente or maybe a King
With my Corona in my Newcastle, and e'rybody started singing:

[Chorus]
Na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall
Na-na-na bottles of beer
You take one down, you pass it around
You got na-na-na bottles of beer on the wall