Lyrics:
yacht, 'cause
We got an inner-tube,
We got a trailer hitch.
We're near the river and far from rich.
But we have got each other and gas in the tank
yacht, 'cause
We got an inner-tube
We got a trailer hitch
We're near the river and far from rich
But we have got each other and gas in the tank
insane asylum, cleanin', try them trailer parks
Crazy, I am back, and I am razor sharp, baby
And that's back with' a capital B with' an exclamation mark,
armed
We sat there talkin' by the lobster tank
I ordered her a sloe gin fizz
And when them chicken fried steaks arrived
She said, "I like living' like
Smoke stank
Big bank
Got me a Lori from Shark Tank
Smoke stank
Big bank
Got me a Lori from Shark Tank
Well, I'm high off weed
Can get what you need
to the Summer's Eve 200
The KY Jelly car has
Just accelerated and easily slipped into
The #2 hole the
Vagisil car has been itching and
Burning rubber all season
Out
insane asylum, cleanin', try them trailer parks
Crazy, I am back, and I am razor sharp, baby
And that's back with' a capital B with' an exclamation mark,
the slow insidious rain
Could be heard or felt
By someone on a layer of pasteboard trailers
Shacks, sheds, and lean-tos
A hundred thousand fibreglass people
trailers backed up down by the elevators
Train track grain car'll roll in later
Get filled up and head on out in the world
It's harvest time in this
us a line
Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung together like a floatin' trailer park
Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long
farmer's tan
Leave your troubles on the bank and your gas in the tank
Just worry 'bout what's in your cup
And tie up
And tie up
No drama in
of a credit line
Lord I'm just livin' on borrowed time
My truck's financed through the union bank
But I don't have enough to even fill the tank
I'd take
armed
We sat there talkin' by the lobster tank
I ordered her a sloe gin fizz
And when them chicken fried steaks arrived
She said I like living like this
to side, what?
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
to side, what?
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
Let's rent a tractor trailer
And sleep right in the car
Don't need a destination
Let's drive until we're far
Don't need a map we'll wing it
Don't
a line
Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung together like a floatin' trailer park
Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long
Side by side
A slick talker I started spittin' shit
Battlin' in the lunchroom-
My shit was just ridiculous
Modified math class I never could add fast
But accelerated
like he's on my side today
A full tank I give Him thanks finally free from the rat race
Braced for that ocean breeze
My foot down accelerated landscape
like he's on my side today
A full tank, I give Him thanks, finally free from the rat race
Braced for that ocean breeze
My foot down, accelerated
We sat there talkin' by the lobster tank
I ordered her a sloe gin fizz
And when them chicken fried steaks arrived
She said "I like livin' like
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
and west
But when it comes to them trailers in them South Parks
Muffle it, 'cause homie, that hood's tighter then Kenny's
So ladies if your belly button's
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