I think the only place I drink bud anymore is when I'm at baseball games. Love those clydesdales. They used to have a whole team of them at Busch Gardens here in Tampa and we always walked through and marveled at them. Beautiful animals.
This one is poppy as heck and there's a naughty word in there, but it is really catchy:
It became an ear worm for me (yes, I first heard it on a Sunday beer tasting), so much so that I had to do a jam over the progression: