Occupy Wall Street Real Men of Genius
Talker: Budweiser salutes real men of genius
Singer: real men of genius
Talker: Here’s to you mister occupy wall street protester
Singer: Mister occupy wall street protester
Talker: you weren’t born into this world fat, drunk, and stupid; you earned that all yourself
Singer: that’s no way to go through life
Talker: you’re looking for easy hippie chicks, three squares, and all the high you can handle
Singer: I can’t feel my face
Talker: you crawled out of mom’s basement, took her Cutlass, and drove into the city.
Singer: I hope it ain’t towed
Talker: and you’re doing it for all the right reasons
Singer: was that Alec Baldwin?
Talker: you’re wearing Uncle Steve’s army field jacket, some Starbucks glasses, and a grunge beret like the Ben and Jerry’s servers
Singer: I sure dig fish food
Talker: all in the name of for the greater good
Singer: it’s sure good for me
Talker: and at the end of the day, you’ll share a cold Bud with hundreds of other clueless and unemployed mouth breathers who think “free” college, “free” health care, and good government job are the keys to personal happiness
Singer: I don’t have a clue
Talker: so here’s to you icon of ignorance; out of the basements and into the street.
Singer: mister occupy wall street protester
Voice over: Anheuser Busch, Saint Louis, Missouri