Plastic donut, can of spam There's no kindness in this land Better not let my good girl catch you here She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer
Coffee clothing pasted on Clean my gravestone when I'm gone And you better not let my good girl catch you here She's got a whole pile of things you don't want to hear
Hitch my horse up to the town Got my toenails painted brown And you better not let my good girl catch you here She'll cut you down and put the blame on me
Just a muscle in a bag Throw my baby, don't let her sag But you better not let my good girl catch you here She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer
