Written, arranged, and performed by Ian Pajer-Rogers
lyrics
Well you might not smell great
But you're still pretty cheap
And I knew you way back when
My ambitions ran deep
You've gotten better with the years
And oh the years how they've come
And when the bartender asks me
I say yes I'll have one
That black and gold icy cold
Foam from my iron city
And if you're in town
And you're hanging around
I'll buy you one and I might have three
I used to smoke in Oakland
Got high on top of Squirrel Hill
The years seemed so dark
While I was in Highland Park
And I never knew quite how to feel
I was a loner a stoner a rebel and a victim
Not that anything's changed
Cause I'd still take a PAT bus
If I had to do that
In the middle of the pouring rain
For that black and gold icy cold
Foam from my iron city
And if you're in town
And you're hanging around
I'll buy you one and I might have three
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