There's no more beans

I'm a simple man, just made of beans

I got two can hands and torn up jeans

I got a nasty ol temper I can be real mean

I got the biggest bean booty you ever seen

And when the beans spilled and the milk is spoiled

And I barely make a dime for all my toil

And the devil clearly owns my soul

And my body's just beans in some dirty soil

Then there's no more beans and the bean can dry

And the baked beans aren't piled real high

And the old bean River is running dry

That's when you'll miss my beans

It's been too long, it's bean too much

I ain't never had a bean that I wouldn't touch

It's been too hard, it's bean too high

If I didn't have my beans I'd surely die

And the bean man came and he brought me some beans

And he spilled the beans from here to Eugene

And he came with the beans and he came with the flute

And he ate so many beans he could hardly poop

And then the beans all ran out, didn't know what to do

When there's no more beans and the bean can dry

And the baked beans aren't piled real high

And the old bean River is running dry

That's when you'll miss my beans

It's been too long, it's bean too much

I ain't never had a bean that I wouldn't touch

It's been too hard, it's bean too high

If I didn't have my beans I'd surely die