I don't mess with the monkey

Let him roll right off my back

I fly like a bee to the honies

Turn a bar to an all out love shack

Can I get an amen, a hallelujah

A little splash of the Coke in my Black Jack

Don't let this black-tie fool ya

I'm a down home groover, a midnight mover



Give me and my bulldog

Sitting on the front porch

Old man Willie be banging on the G-chord

Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken

Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening

'Round here got the laid back low-down

Little bit of Waylon, whole lot of Motown

Might sound just a little bit funky

But hey ya'll, that's my kind of country



I ain't hearing no lip son, drag ya

In the dirt like Tonka toy, boy

We don't play that where i come from

Hell yeah, I'm a momma's boy



Give me and my bulldog

Sitting on the front porch

Old man Willie be banging on the G-chord

Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken

Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening

'Round here got the laid back low-down

Little bit of Waylon, whole lot of Motown

Might sound just a little bit funky

But hey ya'll, that's my kind of country



Give me and my bulldog

Sitting on the front porch

Old man Willie be banging on the G-chord

Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken

Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening

'Round here got the laid back low-down

Little bit of Waylon, whole lot of Motown

Might sound just a little bit funky

But hey ya'll, that's my kind of country



It's my kind of country