You taste like the fourth of July   Malt liquor on your breath my my   I love you but I don’t know why...   Chorus:   You can be the boss daddy   You can be the boss   Taste like a keg party back on the sauce   I like you a lot I like you a lot   Don’t let it stop...   You can be the boss daddy   You can be the boss   Bad to the bone sick as a dog   You know that I like like you a lot   Don’t let it stop...   He had a cigarette with his number on it   He gave it over to me "do you want it?"   I knew it was wrong but I palmed it   I saved it I waited I called it   The liquor on your lips the liquor on your lips   The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous   I knew it was wrong I’m beyond it   I tried to be strong but I lost it.