Lyrics:
Grandma's got new dentures (to eat the crust on pizza)
Taken out by her daughter (because she thought she oughta)
Kids are eating snickers (because they're so delicious)
Then there's sticky fingers (then mother looses her knickers)
Bank holiday comes six times a year
Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers
Bank holiday comes with six-pack of beer
Then it's back to work A-G-A-I-N
Barbeque is cooking (sausages and chicken)
Patio is buzzing (and the neighbors they are looking)
John is down the fun pub (drinking lots of lager)
Girls and boys are on the game (and all the high streets look the same)
Bank holiday comes six times a year
Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers
Bank holiday comes with six-pack of beer
Then it's back to work A-G-A-I-N
Back to work A-G-A-I-N
Bank holiday comes six times a year
Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers
Bank holiday comes with six-pack of beer
Then it's back to work A-G-A-I-N
Bank holiday
I ran into a buddy used to be all hypertensive
His stocks were always tanking and his girlfriends were expensive
But he looked like a poster for a permanent vacation
I asked him what he did to change his orientation
He bought a shot n dropped this little information
I made a bucket list, changed the B to an F
I gave my give a damn the finger, so it got up and left
I quit worrying about people's expectations
And ordered up a six pack of chillaxification
If you're a little depressed, and a little bit lost
Maybe write it all down, and then blow it all off
We're all a letter away from per perpetual bliss
Put an F on the B of your bubba bubba bucket list
You know he got me thinking 'bout the way that I've been livin'
Seems like I'm always going, but I don't know where I'm gettin'
As over-existention around my redneck
But the answer is as simple as simple can get
I just re-erase some letters in the alphabet
I made a bucket list, changed the B to an F
I gave my give a damn the finger, so it got up and left
I quit worrying about people's expectations
And ordered up a six pack of chillaxification
If you're a little depressed, and a little bit lost
Maybe write it all down, and then blow it all off
We're all a letter away, from per perpetual bliss
Put an F on the B of your bucket list
I took my nuts and added a Y
I took the U out of Hugh and added an I
I bet you can guess what I did next
I took my bitching lying lover and added an X
I made a bucket list, changed the B to an F
I gave my give a damn the finger, so it got up and left
I quit worrying about people's expectations
And ordered up a six pack of chillaxification
If your a little depressed, and a little bit lost
Maybe write it all down, and then blow it all off
We're all a letter away, from per perpetual bliss
Put an F on the B of your bubba bubba bucket list
Bucket list
I got a six-pack
And nothing to do!
I've got a six-pack
And I don't need you
Thrity-five dollards and a six pack to my name (six-pack!)
Hey, you know I finally got my shit together been watchin that workout plan girl
Well you lookin' all good and stuff you got you a-
Girl I know it's that workout
Got you a six pack Shakuar and stuff
You know I'm sayin'?
My nigga, my nigga
I'm tired of putting 1-8-7 in my nigga's pager
That shit ain't workin' no more
Girl, you know I'm a video ho-fessional now (girl)
Since I copped this new workout plan my shit is right
Rollin' in Lexus, Acuras everything, girl
Girl, you need to let me know how I can cop that, how much is it?
I got a six-pack
And nothing to do!
I've got a six-pack
And I don't need you
Thrity-five dollards and a six pack to my name (six-pack!)
This one is for the boys
With your greased up and heavy metal toys
So beefed up, you can't get through the door
It's your time to break through
Bad man to the rescue
Barbie, your time is up
You will not take our voice
See, I'm the groove catcher, hottest thing
Six pack and tight G-string
No, I'm not gay, bro
But I've been on that lay low
Strip clubs and dollar bills
Wall street and dirty deals
Popstars, exotic pills
Cars with dirty wheels
'Cause that's the man I am
Baby, treat me right, I'm free tonight
That's just the man I am
Super sleazy, born to be easy
And all the papers say that there's no Ken without Barbie
But, baby, there's no woman who could possibly stop me
That's just the man I am
Super sleazy, sexy and freaky Ken, tonight
Whoa, whoa
Sexy and freaky Ken, tonight
Whoa, whoa
Sexy and freaky Ken, tonight
It's time you realize
That in this world, we've all been taught a lie
You think that women rule the world
But, baby, where I've been
All the things I've seen
This Ken has crossed the borderline
See, I'm the groove catcher, hottest thing
Six pack and tight G-string
No, I'm not gay, bro
But I've been on that lay low
Strip clubs and dollar bills
Wall street and dirty deals
Popstars, exotic pills
Cars with dirty wheels
'Cause that's the man I am
Baby, treat me right, I'm free tonight
That's just the man I am
Super sleazy, born to be easy
And all the papers say that there's no Ken without Barbie
But, baby, there's no woman who could possibly stop me
That's just the man I am
Super sleazy, sexy and freaky Ken, tonight
Whoa, whoa
Sexy and freaky Ken, tonight
Whoa, whoa
Sexy and freaky Ken, tonight
Whoa, whoa
Sexy and freaky Ken, tonight (this one is for the boys)
Whoa, whoa
Sexy and freaky Ken
I was a young boy that had big plans
Now I'm just another shitty old man
I don't have fun, and I hate everything
The world owes me, so fuck you
Glory days don't mean shit to me
I drank a six-pack of apathy
Life's a bitch, and so am I
The world owes me, so fuck you
Wasted youth, and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
Wasted youth, and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
I've decomposed, yet my gut's gettin' fat
Oh my God, I'm turnin' out like my dad
I'm always rude, I've got a bad attitude
The world owes me, so fuck you
The wife's a nag, and the kid's fuckin' up
I don't have sex 'cause I can't get it up
I'm just a grouch sittin' on the couch
The world owes me, so fuck you
Wasted youth, and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
Wasted youth, and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimistic point of view
('Til I grew up)
I was a young boy that had big plans
Now I'm just another shitty old man
I don't have fun, and I hate everything
The world owes me, so fuck you
Glory days don't mean shit to me
I drank a six-pack of apathy
Life's a bitch, and so am I
The world owes me, so fuck you
The world owes me, so fuck you
The world owes me, so fuck you
I got on my wheels
And I went out on the town draggin'
I hit a big oak tree
It looked like a wreck to the wagon
I got a hospital bill
And the judge waitin' for me to pay
I had a sweet little honey
Just two six packs away
I told the judge there was two trees
And I went 'tween 'em
(Two six packs away, yeah)
He said, from what I hear your condition
That's the way that you seen 'em
(Two six packs away, yeah)
He laid down a hammer
And he gave me ninety long days
I had a sweet little honey
Just two six packs away
Well, I'm workin' on a country road
But it's sunny weather
It's gonna take a while
To put my wheels back together
Now Sunday rolls around
That's my cigarette day
And my baby's still a waitin'
Just two six packs away
When I get out of this place
And don't say I never saw one
(Two six packs away, yeah)
Goin' down to Joe's
And have that big bartender draw one
(Two six packs away, yeah)
For my throat is dry
And my mouth feels like clay
And my baby is a waitin'
Just two six packs away
And my baby is a waitin'
Just two six packs away
And my baby is a waitin'
Just two six packs away
The clock above the bar
Is telling me it's 12:15
It's not such a gentle reminder
That I'm where I shouldn't be
I just keep waiting for something to happen
Waitin' for somebody to come walkin' in
Somebody as perfect as you were
So I can try it again
(But) chances are so hard to come by
And the second one is impossible to find
The clock keeps runnin' and the odds keep getting higher
That it's all just a fantasy of mine
But I shouldn't be thinkin' about it
I shouldn't be worried about it
It's just a clock on the wall
But it's tickin' away
It's tickin' away
It's tickin' away
It's tickin' away
I suppose I should cut all my losses
Go home with a six-pack of beer
There ain't nobody in the world like you, baby
If there was she wouldn't be coming in here
But I shouldn't be thinkin' about it
I shouldn't be worried about it
It's just a clock on the wall
But it's tickin' away
It's tickin' away
It's just a clock on the wall but
It's tickin' away
It's tickin' away
It's tickin' away
It's just a clock on the wall but
It's tickin' away
I suppose I should cut all my losses
Go home with a six-pack of beer
Have a little love on a little honeymoon
You got a little dish and you got a little spoon
A little bitty house and a little bitty yard
A little bitty dog and a little bitty car
Well, it's alright to be little bitty
A little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Life goes on for a little bitty while
A little bitty baby in a little bitty gown
It'll grow up in a little bitty town
A big yellow bus and little bitty books
It all started with a little bitty look
Well, it's alright to be little bitty
A little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Life goes on for a little bitty while
Ay-yee
You know you got a job and a little bitty check
Six pack of beer and a television set
Little bitty world goes around and around
Little bit of silence and a little bit of sound
A good ol' boy and a pretty little girl
Start all over in a little bitty world
Little bitty plan and a little bitty dream
It's all part of a little bitty scheme
It's alright to be little bitty
A little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Life goes on for a little bitty while
It's alright to be little bitty
A little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Life goes on for a little bitty while
Woo
Yeah, I met you 'fore anybody knew my name
Playin' for pennies on a dive bar stage
Split an all-star special on our first date
In a Waffle House booth
Your daddy was cryin' when he gave you away
'Cause all those country songs I played
They didn't come with a 401k
But hey, I had you
You can make a six-pack on the carpet
Taste like a million dollar bill
You can make a one-bedroom apartment
Feel like a house up on the hill
You can make my truck out in the driveway
Roll like a cleaned up Cadillac
Girl, lookin' at you lookin' at me that way
Can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
You can give me a tab that's always open
Or give me a yacht parked out in the ocean
But all that keepin' up with the Jones'
It just ain't my style
Just give me some lights strung out in the yard
Give me a lawn chair under the stars
The top of the world's right where you are
'Cause every time you smile
You can make a six-pack on the carpet
Taste like a million dollar bill
You can make a one-bedroom apartment
Feel like a house up on the hill
You can make my truck out in the driveway
Roll like a cleaned up Cadillac
Girl, lookin' at you lookin' at me that way
Can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage, yeah
Woo
You can make a six-pack on the carpet
Taste like a million dollar bill
You can make a one-bedroom apartment
Feel like a house up on the hill
You can make my truck out in the driveway
Roll like a cleaned up Cadillac
Girl, lookin' at you lookin' at me that way
Can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Yeah, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
Girl, your love is money, your love is money
Girl, your love can make a man feel rich on minimum wage
If your paycheck depends on
The weather and the clock
If your conversation calls for
A little more than a coffee pot
If you need to pour your heart out
And try to rectify some situation
That you're facing
Contact your American
Honky-Tonk Bar Association
When Uncle Sam dips
In your pocket
For most things you don't mind
But when your dollar
Goes to all of those
Standing in a welfare line
Well rejoice you have a voice
If you're concerned
About the destination
Of this great nation
It's called the American
Honky-Tonk Bar Association
It represents the hardhat
Gunrack, achin'-back
Over taxed, flag-wavin',
Fun-lovin' crowd
They're heart is in the music
And they love to play it loud
There's no forms or applications
There's no red tape administrations
It's the American
Honky-Tonk Bar Association
We're all one big family
Throughout the cities
And the towns
We don't reach for handouts
We reach for those
Who are down
And every local chapter
Has a seven day a week
Available consultation
For your frustration
It's called the American
Honky-Tonk Bar Association
It represents the mud flaps
Six pack, beer crack
Over-taxed, flag-wavin'
Fun-lovin' crowd
They're heart is in the music
And they love to play it loud
There's no forms or applications
There's no red tape administrations
It's the American
Honky-Tonk Bar Association
Bartender
Please don't be so slow
I've got time for me more round and a six pack to go
Tomorrow morning's Sunday I'm gonna be feeling low
So please please bartender I want a six pack to go
I've be a drinking all day long taking in the town
I've done spent my whole paycheck just a honky tonking round
I don't have enough to pay my rent
I ain't gonna worry though
I've got time for one more round and a six pack to go
One sick pack to go
Bartender
Please don't be so slow
I've got time for me more round and a six pack to go
Tomorrow morning's Sunday I'm gonna be feeling low
So please please bartender I want a six pack to go
I've be a drinking all day long taking in the town
I've done spent my whole paycheck just a honky tonking round
I don't have enough to pay my rent
I ain't gonna worry though
I've got time for one more round and a six pack to go
One sick pack to go
We've been drinkin' all day long
Taking in the town
We've done spent our whole paycheck
Justa honky tonkin' round
Well, we dont have time to pay my rent
We ain't-a gonna worry though
We've got time for one more round
And a six pack to go!
One six pack to go!
Lift kit on a limousine
I got ten problems down in Tennessee
And I ain't got the time to fix 'em all
Skipped breakfast at Tiffany's
For a little sermon with Bethany
Now I'm sittin' at a bar on 17th, and I'm gone
With them cold ones comin'
And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
I got fuck-you money
Girl, come on and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line
When they curvin' up them jeans
I'm just lookin' for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me
Straight out of Louisian'
I'm a bad boy, real good man
Got a six-pack and a farmer's tan, top of the world (ooh)
I can't help that they wanna glance
Ain't one that don't wanna dance
Bunch of cowboys sayin', "Please don't take the girl"
Keep them cold ones comin'
And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
I got country money
Honey, come and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line
The way they curvin' up them jeans
I'm just lookin' for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Don't sound like me
It's hard to believe
Only been three weeks
And my worlds spinnin' round a girl
The prettiest thing I ever saw
I've stood all
I can stand
Of bitin' my tongue
Holdin' it in
Along with that long blonde hair
You're makin' me fall
This beer in my hand is just enough courage
To say what I'm feeling
Cause you got me all nervous
Just like you do every time
You're lookin' like that
I freeze up and
I take another sip
Lean in a little closer like this
What you got me sayin'
I ain't blamin' on a buzz tonight
Cause these ain't six pack lines
Oh, these ain't six pack lines
This is comin' from the heart
Here in the dark
My trucks in park
But my minds going 95
And I even thinkin' bout slowin' it down
No, but whatever you want
We can take our time
Whatever it takes
To make you mine
Girl, it ain't even midnight yet
And the secrets out
This beer in my hand is just enough courage
To say what I'm feeling
Cause you got me all nervous
Just like you do every time
You're lookin' like that
I freeze up and
I take another sip
Lean in a little closer like this
What you got me sayin'
I ain't blamin' on a buzz tonight
Cause these ain't six pack lines
Oh, these ain't six pack lines
This ain't no
Say one thing in the moonlight
Then, take it all back with the sunrise
Baby, just as sure as those stars shine
I wanna be there
To kiss you goodnight
This beer in my hand is just enough courage
To say what I'm feeling
Cause you got me all nervous
Just like you do every time
You're lookin' like that
I freeze up and
I take another sip
Lean in a little closer like this
What you got me sayin'
I ain't blamin' on a buzz tonight
Cause these ain't six pack lines
Oh, these ain't six pack lines
These ain't six pack lines
Girl, you got me buzzin' on you tonight
These ain't six pack lines
Don't know what you're doin'
But you're doin' it right
No, these ain't six pack lines
Well, it's hard to say
But I'm gonna be ready either way
I got a dozen roses if she comes back home
One for every time I left her lonely waitin' on me, baby
Why'd it take so long to see?
And this six pack might not be enough
But it's a damn good start if we're ending us
We'll either work it out or we won't
But I got a dozen roses if she comes back home
Yeah, I got this dozen roses in case she comes back home
And a six pack if she don't
And a six pack if she don't
(And a six pack if she don't)
Have a little love on a little honeymoon
You got a little dish and you got a little spoon
A little bitty house and a little bitty yard
A little bitty dog and a little bitty car
Well, it's alright to be little bitty
A little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Life goes on for a little bitty while
A little bitty baby in a little bitty gown
It'll grow up in a little bitty town
A big yellow bus and little bitty books
It all started with a little bitty look
Well, it's alright to be little bitty
A little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Life goes on for a little bitty while
Ay-yee
You know you got a job and a little bitty check
Six pack of beer and a television set
Little bitty world goes around and around
Little bit of silence and a little bit of sound
A good ol' boy and a pretty little girl
Start all over in a little bitty world
Little bitty plan and a little bitty dream
It's all part of a little bitty scheme
It's alright to be little bitty
A little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Life goes on for a little bitty while
It's alright to be little bitty
A little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Life goes on for a little bitty while
Woo
From a town known as Oyster Bay Long Island
Rode a boy with a six pack in his hand
And his daring life of crime
Made him a legend in his time
East and west of the Rio Grande.
Don't need no road map
Just need the sun
Point me towards the coastline
Don't matter which one
Don't need no fortune teller
Telling us where to be
All kinds of karma, baby
Sitting right next to me
You and me got everything without the hype
Tank of gas, a little cash, a bag of ice
And we'll be gold
Like a ring around a finger and the rims on an Escalade
Gold
Six pack of sunshine, turning lemons into lemonade
We'll be tipping sombreros, sipping on Cuervo
Skipping down the yellow brick road
Gold
Baby, we're gold
It's a great big world
Full of great big problems
But which song we're playing next
Is the only one we're solving
Hammer down to Alabama, down the road
Queue up, ramble on, we'll sing along and rock this roll
And we'll be gold
Like a ring around a finger and the rims on an Escalade
Gold
Six pack of sunshine, turning lemons into lemonade
We'll be tipping sombreros, sipping on Cuervo
Skipping down the yellow brick road
Gold
Baby, we're gold
(Oh oh, oh oh)
(Oh oh, oh oh)
If you're looking for silver, keep diggin' (oh oh, oh oh)
We got a sky with no limit, a sky with no limit
If you're looking for silver, keep diggin' (oh oh, oh oh)
There ain't a thing that we're missing, a thing that we're missing
If you're looking for silver, keep diggin' (oh oh, oh oh)
Keep diggin'
(Yeah)
Gold
Like a ring around a finger and the rims on an Escalade
Gold
Six pack of sunshine, turning lemons into lemonade
We'll be tipping sombreros, sipping on Cuervo
Skipping down the yellow brick road
Gold
Baby, we're gold
Gold
Baby, we're gold
Yeah, they were all most likely too far gone to get there
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Tools of the trade son
She got me excited; the way that she move her stomach put my mind back in Hawaii
I never been the freaky type but yo' stomach is looking right
Girl, girl, hey, hey
Shorty got that
Six pack, throwback, you already know that I'm in love with yo' (stomach)
Radio, throwback, you already know that I'm in love with yo' (stomach)
Six pack, throwback, you already know that I'm in love with yo' (stomach)
It's the reason that I'm singing this song
'Cause I don't got nothin' else to bust a nut on
Whoa, oh, oh, whoa
There's a dirty piece of cardboard
That reads Montgomery Ward
Taped across the window of my old Ford
A six pack on the front seat and a box of chicken wings
I'm dialin' 'cross the radio for a song that I can sing
I'd better change my wandrin' ways
I know I've seen my better days
Always gettin' high when I get low
Well, I left my soul out in the rain
Lord, what a price I've had to pay
Storms of life are washin' me away
An old mail pouch, tobacco sign
Fadin' on the barn
Bringin' back sweet memories of mama's farm
When love was just a country girl that lived on down the road
You know, she almost had me turned around
But that was years ago
I'd better change my wandrin' ways
I know I've seen my better days
Always gettin' high when I get low
Well, I left my soul out in the rain
Lord, what a price I've had to pay
Storms of life are washin' me away
Yeah, the storms of life are washin' me away
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