The Meatmen
The Meatmen - True Grit songtekst
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My wife laments-I drink! I'm crass! Plug my teenage daughter in the --- Please do not of house chores, dearest, speak Cuz the truck pull derby is this week I'm a scumbag-I know what I like Plodding loony on my Harley D. bike Bowling league and a dozen beer runs Snowmobiling over bunnies is fun My four-wheeler is 60 feet high "jack" and Cokes in the morning, spouse cries Poaching wildlife for personal gain Gunaholic commie-hatin' insane! When I get all hostile, in a snit I'm true blue dirtball-I am true grit! When I shine my piece it gets real stiff I'm a nasty, ass-kickin' prick when I get miffed! Shooting pool at "White Trash Magnet Lanes" Flirt with boozy, sleazy, bleachy dames I was weaned on my dad's sphincter ring Ten years old before I said a thing I'm a redneck-I know what I like Death for fudge-packin' homos and dykes Equal rights for the wenches? No way! Mother, guts, God and Ronnie's OK Got a case of Pabst soaked in me gourd Got my "Action Slacks" from Montgomery Wards Poaching wildlife for personal gain Gunaholic commie-hatin' insane! When I get all hostile, in a snit I'm true blue dirtball-I am true grit! When I shine my piece it gets real stiff I'm a nasty, ass-kickin' prick when I get miffed!