Lyrics

My baby come back from her first class down at the YMCA
Her cheeks were pink; she was glowing everywhere
Now she likes to practice every day
So I pop a cold one, get out of her way
sit on the sofa and I try not to stare

My baby, yoga and beer
I got'm all right here
My baby, yoga and beer
It's my kind of exercise
It come all the way from India to this side of the sphere
And now I got my baby, yoga and beer

She puts on some stretchy pants and a shirt that's barely there
Pretzels up her legs and sings out ommm
Well, pretzels make me think of brew
So I grab another one or two
And thank God for this happy, happy home.

My baby, yoga and beer
I got'm all right here
My baby, yoga and beer
It's my kind of exercise
It come all the way from India to this side of the sphere
And I got my baby, yoga and beer

And she does up dog, down dog, lotus and tree
Warrior princess, Wild Thing
Headstands, back bends, forward bends
(I really like those forward bends.)

It come all the way from India and Ended up right here
Now I got my baby, yoga and beer