The other night as I walked past the brewery
I took a strange notion in mind
We don't know how long we're here, do we
So much beer and so little time

And I'm the king of the twelve ounce bottle
And I feel like I'm fading fast
With a beer and my foot on the throttle
I'm the man behind the amber glass

Well, it made me stop singing and writing
And I did not know what to do then
But there wasn't much use in me fighting
'Cause the bottle is mightier than the pen

And I'm the king of the twelve ounce bottle
And I feel like I'm fading fast
With a beer and my foot on the throttle
I'm the man behind the amber glass

Now when I die I want you to brew me
Then age me in a beech wood cask
And then bottle me up in a long neck
I'll be the man behind the amber glass
I'm the man behind the amber glass