All the ladies readin'
Twilight
Feel so, feel so muscular
Feel so muscular
I had to change plans
And live in my van
Down by the river where they
talk through cans
Proud nephew of
Uncle
Sam
Feet off the carpet, walk on your hands
It's the beards that the women enjoy
Best friends lookin' like the
Oak
Ridge
Boys
So predisposed to make noise
Southern by birth, rednecks by choice
Killing our time in backwater
Mr.
Mailbox meet
Louisville slugger
Following my strut like sheep
to the slaughter
Preacher man said meet me at the altar
But all of my friends
have gone fishing
With their six packs and
their disco biscuits
Listening to
Cisco's big hits
Church quiet like a get -mo
Christmas
It takes all kinds in this business
The seraph and the sheriff and the victims
And despite all your
Peter
Pan wishes
It takes a criminal to know what the gift is
Yeah, see what you're dealing
with right now is corporate
Georgia's finest
Move, get out the way
Dirty
South representin' all day
If you're gonna spend
more than you make
Baby, just send a
Blake check my way
I said, move, step off the porch
Five mics and a knife and a sword
See, mama didn't raise no quitter I'm
just living in a van down by the river
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'm on some two thumbs up,
even a roper
Smoke so thick like
Cheech at the toaster
Heats in the holster, heats on the poster
Reach for the poachers,
drink with no coasters
You sit sulkin' in a
Kevlar vest
Sweatin' bullets over the paternity test
Mari
Povich constantly closes
Out of proportion, out of my
Porsches
I bring the forces, freakin' gorgeous
Eatin' gore, but it's im ported,
freakin' imported
Heats, it can destroy ya,
I think I'll abort ya
Probably best to feed this,
let me keep thinkin' for ya
It's the ego the wo men despise I knew
this hubris would be my demise
Steady marching on a humbler pie
But still too proud to admit
you were right
Je sus, give me the strength of a man
Moves, get out the way
Dirty
South representing all day
If you're gonna spend
more than you make
Baby, just send a
Blake check my way
like
Louis
Armstrong, play that trumpet I'll hit that bump,
edit button or somethin'
no man is an island dog but I'm king of
the one I'm residing on
Ooooooooh, ooooh, oooooh,
oooooh, ooooh
Move, get out the way
Dirty south representin' all day
If you're gonna spend
more than you make
Baby, just send a blake check my way
I said move, step off the porch
Five mics and a knife and a sauce
See, mama didn't raise no quitter
I'm just livin' in a van down by the river
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
All the fellas in capri pants