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No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
Our steak and martinis
Is draft beer with weenies
Our Bach and Tchaikovsky
Is Haggard
and then
I start to dismember
If you fuck with me I hope you
Just remember
Stalk my prey at night and then
I start to dismember
Wagyu steaks, gold
big old golden brown chicken fried steaks
So put on some Bob Wills to set the mood
I think I've even have a six pack of 3.2.
We'll have an oh-oh-oh-oh
a Bluetick hound
Ain't sorry, ain't nothin' to be sorry about
I love my country and I love my country up loud
(Woo)
Barbecue, steak fries
Styrofoam,
the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, 'cause in
she walks, she's like a leaf shakin' on a tree
I want you to c'mon baby, this is where you get your steak, potato's and tea
garlic flavored steak I'd suffer nightmares
For your mashed potatoes, I'd even dig the dirt
For your roast beef, I'd even get a haircut
And to keep
day (day)
Buzzin' over, mash potatoes with the steak (steak)
All my diamonds like they hopped up out the lake
I fucked her twice she said, "Boy, I
Well, she go to see the baker when she wants a cake
She go to see the butcher when she wants a steak
She go to see the doctor when she's got a cold
the author of something malicious
He said We were all out of oven baked steak
Yet they demanded the oven baked steak
Said they'd driven for hours and had
the clock, watch the moves I make
The cake I bake, steak to steak
The rules I break
Realistically, you in the midst of me
What you want and what you
Are
a lotta cow
Stuck a shiny steak on me now
You been a duckin' down
You been a fuckin round
You been a ridin' now
You been decidin' now
You just a sucker
per view
Gonna fry up beer steaks, got fireworks for afterwards tonight
Gotta make a little run for beer and ice
Down on Main Street
change, a ho loves the way I give
Baby mama steaks like a drug deal
Baby mama steaks like a drug deal
Ain't really mean to hurt you
Sorry it's gotta
the memories
Give me one more, I'll make it taste like a steak
It'll help alleviate
It'll soothe this ache
Of trying to fake
That she's really, she's really
sick in the head from the bunny
i didn't eat my salad
i didn't eat my steak
i had too much candy and got a tummy-ache
i need to eat good food to help me
Denver when you're dead
I was working on a steak the other day
And I saw Waddy in the Rattlesnake Cafe
Dressed in black, tossing back a shot of rye
Got me a date with a supermodel, ha ha ha
I know, I know, I figured ""Fuck it""
Dinner at the hotel, champagne bottle
Steak and potatoes, a feather
love to worry about
I wish just once that I got a chance to sit back and complain
About a steak that's overdone and underaged champagne
My schauffer
Sue wants a barbecue
Sam wants to boil ham
Grace votes for bouillabaisse stew
Jake wants a wienie bake, steak and a layer cake
He'll get a tummy
Sue wants a barbecue,
Sam wants to boil a ham,
Grace votes for Bouillabaisse stew.
Jake wants a weeny bake,
Steak and a layer cake,
He'll get
someone's herd of cattle
You'd have steak when the job was done.
But, if I shot the herder, they'd holler bloody murder
and you can't shoot a male in the tail
Sue wants a barbecue, Sam wants to boil a ham,
Grace votes for bouillabaisse too
Jake wants a wienie bake, steak and the layer cake,
And he'll get
moos and runs around, That's right
Catch it if you can
Cause I'm a New York steak, not an Idaho Potato man
I come from part of the world where life is
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