paroles de chanson Tap That - Chris Janson

No matter where they come from
Milwaukee, Rockies, Belgium
Hell, I ain't too picky, just give me some
Foreign or domestic
Paper, glass or plastic
Don't matter how I get it, just fill it up

I'd tap that, twist that cap
Pop the top and let it rock, and throw it back
Dusk 'til dawn
It's on, long as it ain't flat
Hell, I'd tap that

I like 'em fat or skinny
Regular, tall or mini
Line 'em up and watch 'em fall one by one
Honey, brown or amber
In the morning, I won't remember
The name or the flavor, or where it's from

I'd tap that, twist that cap
Pop the top and let it rock, and throw it back
Dusk 'til dawn
It's on, long as it ain't flat
Hell, I'd tap that
I'd tap that

At the bar, in the yard
At the beach, on the farm
It don't matter where I am
Couldn't give a river dam

I'd tap that, twist that cap
Pop the top and let it rock, and throw it back
Dusk 'til dawn
It's on, long as it ain't flat

Hell, I'd tap that, twist that cap
Pop the top and let it rock, and throw it back
Dusk 'til dawn
It's on, long as it ain't flat, flat
Hell, I'd tap that