Nothing Queer About Beer – The Boot Scootin’ Sissies (Official Lyric Video)

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––– BACKSTORY –––
II wrote this one with a real simple rule in mind: if there’s beer involved, it ain’t gay. That’s just how it works where I’m from. You can be hangin’ out with your buddy all night, arm slung over his shoulder, dancin’ too close, maybe stayin’ over ‘cause the drive’s too long, doesn’t matter. Somebody’s got a cold one in their hand, so nobody needs to explain a thing. Beer turns every situation into “just messin’ around.”

The song’s me sayin’ that rule out loud and stickin’ to it no matter how dumb it sounds. Kiss a guy? Beer. Cuddle for warmth? Beer. Get married for taxes? Well hell, beer probably helped with that too. It’s not denial, it’s tradition. Long as the cans stay cold, the logic stays solid, and everybody agrees we’re straight as ever. That’s the rule, and I didn’t make it, I’m just singin’ about it.

––– CREDITS –––
Written by: Randy Bottoms & The Boot Scootin' Sissies
Produced by: Randy Bottoms

––– LYRICS –––
Verse 1
Me and my buddy out back in the shed,
Wrestlin’ half-naked, Busch Light in my hand.
He’s slappin’ my cheek while I’m strokin’ him off,
But we’re drinkin’ Coors Banquet — so it ain’t soft.

Chorus
Nothin’ queer about beer, crack a Bud, take a swig,
While I’m clappin’ cowboy cheeks in my Stetson wig.
Rubbin’ down shoulders, oiled up clear,
It ain’t gay at all — nothin’ queer about beer.

Verse 2
Shotgunnin’ PBRs, pants round my knees,
Rodeo ridin’ on my partner with ease.
Two men grindin’ in a honky-tonk booth,
But I’m holdin’ a Miller, so it’s God’s own truth.

Chorus
Nothin’ queer about beer, raise a Busch to the sky,
Got a Coors in my hand while I’m winkin’ at a guy.
From the dance floor grind to a truck bed cheer,
We’re plowin’ like farmers — nothin’ queer about beer.

Bridge

Stroke your buddy off with a Natty Ice,
Rub down a cowboy, make him feel real nice.
Cheeks keep clappin’, cans keep cold,
With a twelve-pack in hand, it’s pure redneck gold.

Final Chorus

Nothin’ queer about beer, shout it loud and proud,
Got a Bud Light raised while I’m moanin’ out loud.
From the dive bar stalls to a barnyard steer,
We’re cowboy gay — but there ain’t nothin’ queer about beer.

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