Reeder flips through cliches like a tv viewer flips through channels, or perhaps like a baseball watching bar patron watches beer commercials. Baseball references, religious tropes, and masculine cliches are stitched together without any sense of context or transition, and delivered with a sincerity that makes the whole thing feel absurd.

People don’t drink beer to boost retail sales, nor do people do so to help dolphins and whales. Drinking beer would be more likely to harm sea life, since beer is heavy to transport, generates lots of waste, and contains six pack rings that often find their way into the ocean.

It’s all part of a cynical device Reeder employs throughout the song—by incorrectly endorsing beer for things beer most assuredly does not do, he pokes fun at the futility of drinking and the silly excuses drinkers conjure up to keep themselves imbibing.