Showing posts with label Parody lyrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parody lyrics. Show all posts

May 16, 2019

Lyric Parody of Luke Combs' "Beer Never Broke My Heart"


This is childish. I'm sorry. (the original)

Beer Always Makes Me Fart
(Parody of Luke Combs' "Beer Never Broke My Heart")

I get a flatulent ass every time
A couple Budweisers get my stomach awry
Hear that sound, start to cough
Lost a few friends yeah, ran some girlfriends off

It makes a man to frown, can get a whole crowd gone
Yeah, it just sucks man, that ain't a perfume cloud

Long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart
Like pinto beans and collard greens have tore my ass apart
It's a common theme what happens downstream, stand far, Lord bless my heart
Cause long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart

She was my Oklahoma blue eyed baby
Till one night drinkin', now she hates me
Gravel was flying when she left town
If she didn't know then, she sure knows now

Long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart
Like refried beans and Dairy Queen have tore my ass apart
It's a common theme what happens downstream, stand far, Lord bless my heart
Cause long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart

It takes one drink to mount the attack on your snout, son
But I've had fifteen, so buddy you might wanna run

Long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart
Like pinto beans and collard greens have tore my ass apart
It's a common theme what happens downstream, stand far, Lord bless my heart
Cause long neck ice cold beer always makes me fart

Aug 17, 2018

S.T.U.P.I.D.: A Florida-Georgia Line Parody


STUPID
(Parody of FGL's "Simple")

You might be trying hard to find
Real country music on the dial
If so, you're too far past your prime
It's true
The radio's just for playing jams
Authenticity, we don't give a damn
Doing our best to lower the IQ

It's like Brian and me
Just as simple as can be
No more country than Bebe
It's all so vile
Ain't no need to complicate it, country music, yeah we hate it
We might claim, but safe to say it ain't our style
We're just stupid as a light pole
Yeah that's the way that we roll
Like a monkey humps a football, that's what we're doin'
It's just that stupid, S-T-U-P-I-D
Stupid as can be
It's just that stupid, S-T-U-P-I-D
Stupid as can be

We don't make art, we're just a brand
So if you're a woman or man
Who wants to hear some depth, you're out of luck
Take your fiddle and take your steel
And stick it up your whatever you might feel
Drop the beat and kiss our butts

It's like Brian and me
Just as shallow as can be
Autotuner, slang, and beats
It's all so vile
Ain't no need to complicate it, history is overrated
You might hate, but safe to say dumb is our style
It's just stupid as a pothole
Yeah that's the way that we roll
Like a monkey humps a football, that's what we're doin'
It's just that stupid, S-T-U-P-I-D
Stupid as can be
It's just that stupid, S-T-U-P-I-D
Stupid as can be

Ain't no need to complicate it, country music, yeah we hate it
It might pay, but safe to say it ain't our style
It's like Brian and me
Just as simple as can be
No more country than Bebe
It's all so vile
Ain't no need to complicate it, country music, yeah we hate it
We might claim, but safe to say it ain't our style
We're just stupid as a light pole
Yeah that's the way that we roll
Like a monkey humps a football, that's what we're doin'
It's just that stupid, S-T-U-P-I-D
Stupid as can be
It's just that stupid, S-T-U-P-I-D
Stupid as can be



Dec 5, 2017

Guest Submission: "O Holy Night (Shake it For Me)"


O Holy Night (Shake it For Me)
(A Bro-Country Christmas Parody)
Submitted by Sean Kelly

O holy night
The truck lights brightly shining
It's the night to rock it in the bed
Long lay the young bucks
on the truck box pining
Till she appeared 
and shook everything she had

A thrill of hope
Sounds of boots are stomping
For the DJ spins a rockin' country song
Fall in the mud
O hear the cricket's chirping
O hey girl
O hey girl,
Shake that for me
O hey girl, O hey girl

Shake that for me

Oct 13, 2017

"Fix the Stink" A Chris Janson Parody

For some reason, I can only write parodies about gastric problems nowadays. 
This one's disgusting. So enjoy!



"Fix The Stink"
(A parody of Chris Janson's "Fix a Drink")

Well it's rumbling like hell inside right now
Had chalupas on the way, now there's a gassy sound
Forecast calling for some terrible shame
Well I can't fix that but I can fix the stink

From my throat to my gut then my rear end
I might break your heart when I'm breaking wind
Yeah, I need some Pepto for what's causing all this pain
Well I can't fix that, no

But I can fix the stink, make it smell nice
Light a candle or spray some Old Spice
The cheese has been cut, but I'll get you smiling
Replace the smell of shit with a tropical island
Yeah, it's me who pooted, I know it smells so wrong
This ain't sleeping gas so make sure you don't yawn
Sorry bout the slip, yeah I let it rip
Hand over that Febreeze
so I can fix the stink

I've heard it said before, beans are good for the heart
I'm wearing khakis so I hope I didn't shart
None of your friends can deal with this stank
Well I can't fix that, no

But I can fix the stink, make it smell nice
Buy a Glade plug-in or spray some Old Spice
The cheese has been cut, but I'll get you smiling
Replace the smell of shit with a tropical island
Yeah, it's me who pooted, I know it smells so wrong
This ain't sleeping gas so make sure you don't yawn
Sorry bout the slip, yeah I let it rip
Hand over that Febreeze
so I can fix the stink

I don't know what's going on with you
But you're laying on the floor and your skin's turning blue
It looks like that bomb wasn't a dud
Sorry I killed you with my butt

Oh well, I can fix the stink, make it smell nice
Hang up some air fresheners shaped like pines
You've passed away, so silent but violent
But at least this cloud of gas has a silver lining
I can make it fruity or maybe minty strong
Make it smell like honeydew or fresh cut lawns
Sorry bout the slip, yeah I let it rip
I hope you rest in peace
Uh, I can fix the stink

Jan 25, 2017

Tom T. Hall Goes Bro-Country


 I Love
(Parody of Tom T. Hall's "I Love")

I love Powerstrokin' trucks, Swingin' truck nutz
Wearin' camo tanks, and skanks
I love blinding LEDs, wearin' skinny jeans
Calling people gay, Axe spray
And I love big boobs

I love tatted up skin, Instagrammed rear ends
T-shirts of Merle, but not Merle
I love Fireball in a cup, getting turnt up
Miller in a glass, and ass
And I love big boobs

I love making bitches smile, rolling coal for miles
Watching fights on Vine and stuntin'
I love unprotected sex, not sending child support checks
Music when it's Drake and Plies
And I love sweet nudes

Dec 24, 2016

If Cole Swindell Had Written These Christmas Songs


If Cole Swindell Had Written These Christmas Songs


All I Want for Christmas Is You
I just want you for my own
Even if you'd rather go
It puts the lotion on
All I want for Christmas is you

Jingle Bells
Jingle bells, dial my cell
I thought you were my bae
Oh, what fun it is to ride
By your house ten times a day

Feliz Navidad
Robado Navidad
Robado Navidad
Robado Navidad
Pervertido y felicidad

Last Christmas
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day, you acted afraid
This year, don't be so severe
Please drop the restraining order

Baby It's Cold Outside
The neighbors might think (baby, it's bad out there)
Say what's in this drink? (no cabs to be had out there)
(no change)

Dec 13, 2016

Rockin' Around in Skinny Jeans


(I wrote a whole Christmas song parody around @fiveoletsgo 's title.)



Rocking Around in Skinny Jeans
(FTM Lyrical Satirical) 

Rocking around in skinny jeans

at the Christmas party, brah

Some mistletoe hung where chicks can see

It's hanging above my crotch

Rocking around in skinny jeans

Makes the chain on my wallet ring

Later we'll do some body shots

and auto-tuned caroling

You will feel just like a Yuletime baller

When you hear, voices holler

"Let's be merry; Pour me some Goose and cranberry"

Rocking around in skinny jeans

Have a lit ol' holiday

Everyone stumble drunkenly

Round a bonfire of stolen crates

You will feel a little something something

When you see fists are pumping

"Crank some Future; pour a line of Fireball shooters"

Rocking around in skinny jeans

Now it's time to spit some game

Take this ho ho ho dancing merrily

To my jacked up Christmas sleigh

Dec 7, 2016

Seminole Wind (a gassy lyric parody)

Apologies in advance. Bobby Joe has returned with one of his disgusting parodies. 
Potty humor ahead!

Native American facepalm

Seminole Wind
(©2016 Bobby Joe Parody Lyrics)
(parody of John Anderson's "Seminole Wind")

Ever since we planted food
Men would fart, oh it's been crude
They eat their greens with attitude
And flaunt their stinky holes
'Cause way down south in their lower bowels
With the gas running wild making up new vowels
The raffinose and galactose growl
In the gut of the Seminole

So rip, rip Seminole wind
Fart like you're never gonna fart again
It's smelling nasty like an un-wiped end
And I can barely stand
Yeah, rip, rip from the onions and greens
Brussels sprouts, lentils, cabbage and beans
Fart across the home of the Seminole
Yeah, let it waft across the land

Time went on, things went too far
And in the name of veggie farts
Organic farms and big salad bars
They made "pull my finger" jokes
And the last time that I went down there
I lit a match to clear the air
I listened close and I heard the ghost
Of Osceola choke

So rip, rip Seminole wind
Fart like you're never gonna fart again
It's smelling nasty like an un-wiped end
And I can barely stand
Yeah, rip, rip from the onions and greens
Brussels sprouts, lentils, cabbage and beans
Fart across the home of the Seminole
Yeah, let it waft across the land

Aug 2, 2016

Parody of Chris Lane's "Fix"


"Shit"
(Parody of Chris Lane's "Fix")

Sup brah, you here to take a listen?
Turn up, yeah
Ready to give your ears a fisting?
It ain't country
I got them beats deplorable
Slang that's so disagreeable
It's all reprehensible
But just concede

I'll be a big hit, I'm so lit, Viserion fly
I'm just a pop song, it's so wrong
That country radio has given up the fight
This ain't good-ish, it don't fit, but it makes your booty twitch
That's how we planned it, greed commands it, but I admit
This song is shit

I'll be the tune that makes country fans frown (This song is shit)
The one sung by dude with hair like a clown (This song is shit)
I'll go straight to number one even though (This song is shit)
I'm just a pop hoe, hey hey

Hey girl, your boyfriend is a hater
If he don't like me
What up, baby baby baby baby girl
Tell that chump see you later
Click download, please
I'm what you need

I'll be a big hit, I'm so lit, I'm Drogon fly
I'm just a pop song, it's so wrong
That country radio has given up the fight
This ain't good-ish, it don't fit, but it makes your booty twitch
That's how we planned it, greed commands it, but I admit
This song is shit

I'll be the tune that makes old people frown (This song is shit)
The one sung by dude with hair like a clown (This song is shit)
I'll get maximum airplay even though (This song is shit)
I'm just a pop hoe, hey hey

Don't have a lyric here so, oh oh oh
I'll be a smash while real country goes down
The one you sing when no one is around

I'll be a big hit, I'm so lit, so Rhaegal fly
I'm just a pop song, it's so wrong
That country radio has given up the fight
This ain't good-ish, it don't fit, but it makes your booty twitch
That's how we planned it, greed commands it, but I admit
This song is shit

I'll be the tune that makes country fans frown (This song is shit)
The one sung by dude with hair like a clown (This song is shit)
I'll go straight to number one even though (This song is shit)
I'm just a pop hoe, hey hey

Jun 8, 2016

Guest Submission: Parody of Thomas Rhett's "Vacation"


Bro-Nation
Parody of Thomas Rhett’s “Vacation”

by Zackary Kephart

My genre is rotting because of the pop music sound that has conquered
I'm hoping one day we'll look back and this will just be a blur
No one gives a care, they pretend like it's ok so,
it might just be me bitching but it feels like it's all fake bros,

How have these songs never ever been slaughtered?
Do any of these writers really have an alma mater​?
How have these songs never ever been slaughtered?
My brain has started melting ‘cause the songs are getting dumber

Chorus:
Singing hey, let's break away from the Bro-Nation
Hey, let's get away from the bro-nation
These singers deserve a backhand
It's a total wasteland
This ain't what Hank planned
These songs need to be canned
Singing hey, let's break away from the Bro-Nation

Things were kind of looking up, and then all of a sudden, bam!
I thought it couldn't get any worse than that other guy named Sam
You think we'd all awaken, from the nightmares of our gripes
But they really call this country and that sure as hell ain’t right

Chorus
Singing hey, let's break away from the Bro-Nation
Hey, let's get away from the bro-nation
(I said, I said, I said,)
These singers deserve a backhand
It's a total wasteland
This ain't what Hank planned
These songs need to be canned
Singing hey, let's break away from the Bro-Nation

The writers of this song should be charged with manslaughter
They're killing country music in their quest to make it hotter
This song's a dumpster fire that needs to be poured on with water
Once again do these guys even have an alma mater?!?

Chorus
Singing hey, let's break away from the Bro-Nation
Hey, let's get away from the bro-nation
You know the singers deserve a backhand
It's a total wasteland
This ain't what Hank planned
These songs need to be canned
Singing hey, let's break away from the Bro-Nation

(Noooooooo)
Break away from the bro-nation

(Nooooooo)
Break away from the bro-nation

Repeat until end.

May 11, 2016

Don't Luke the Jukebox

 "Don't Luke The Jukebox"
(Parody of Alan Jackson's "Don't Rock the Jukebox")

Don't Luke the jukebox
I'd rather hear some Coe
My ears ain't ready
For a dancing bro
I don't feel like shakin'
Or kickin' up some dust
So don't Luke the jukebox
Cause he really sucks

Before you punch that button
Best be thinking twice
You got a cranky hillbilly
Givin' mad dog eyes
I'm in the mood for country
Not that new school mess
Before you crash my party
Could I make one request

Don't Luke the jukebox
I'd rather hear some Strait
Son, I've been drinking
And I might get irate
I don't feel like shakin'
Or kickin' up some dust
So don't Luke the jukebox
Cause he really sucks

Man I like hip-hop
I like rock and roll
But when Luke Bryan starts singing
Just don't hear any soul
Ain't nothin' like Stapleton
Waylon or Jerry Lee
Before you waste your money brother
Do one thing for me

Don't Luke the jukebox
I'd rather hear some Cash
I don't like fighting
But I'd whip your ass
I might be a buzzkill
But I'mma tell you what
Don't Luke the jukebox
Cause he really sucks


May 2, 2016

"Infected," a Parody of FGL's "Confession"


Infected
(Lyric Parody of FGL's "Confession")

Blue ink barbed wire wraps these arms
Wallet chain but I drive a car
Friday night just fades into the rearview
Yeah I had a pretty good time
For the half hour she was mine
At first I thought I had the beer flu
But now I wish what she gave me would disappear too

Chorus
I go take a pee and feel it burn
It feels real bad where I got laid
Guess I should be more careful about fields I play
She was so hot it just ain't fair
Pray for it to feel better down there
She had nice headlights and looked my way
Now, dude in the mirror looking back looks scared as hell
Should stop thinking with my erection
I thought it was just a poke, I don't know
Whatever I got, it's infected

This waiting room is so slow
Ten more folks before me to go
I sit here worried bout my part that dangles
Hope the doctor gets the swelling down
A pill to kill this gift I've found
In the arms of a trashy angel

I go take a leak and feel it burn
My package is in disarray
Got bumps and warts and lots of bad things underway
She was so cute it just ain't fair
She did some good and bad things down there
Had real nice headlights there on display
Now, dude in the mirror looking back looks scared as hell
Should stop thinking with my erection
I thought it was just a poke, I don't know
My poor little guy is infected

I go take a pee and feel it burn
It feels real bad where I got laid
Guess I should be more careful about fields I play
She was so hot it just ain't fair
Pray for it to feel better down there
She had nice headlights and looked my way
Now, dude in the mirror looking back looks scared as hell
Should stop thinking with my erection
Think I need medical attention
I thought it was just a poke, I don't know
Whatever I got, it's infected

Feb 3, 2016

Real Men Love Beavis


Real Men Love Beavis

Real men love fartin'
Beer and Steve Martin
Cable shows about war
Tammy and Dolly Parton
Real men love grandpa 
Po-boys and cole slaw
And Shawshank makes 'em cry
And they like scratching balls

They like Saturday nights drunk on the couch
Chewing bubble gum from a pouch
And Chris Rock jokes always get them grinnin'
Cheap cigars and sneaking smokes
Hot girls in their yoga pants
Trying to do that dabbing dance
And they get blue
After football season

Real men love Beavis
And topless beaches
And talking like The Rock during Obama speeches
They drive too fast till they see blue lights
They laugh at the meme of Michael Jordan cryin'
They forget to zip their fly
Netflix and chill and the world's alright

They like Saturday nights drunk on the couch
Chewing bubble gum from a pouch
And Pryor jokes always get them grinnin'
Cheap cigars and sneaking smokes
Hot girls in their yoga pants
Trying to do that dabbing dance
And they get blue
After football season
Real men love Beavis

Real men love Beavis
Saturday morning sleepin'
Hair that's barely brushed
And standing outside leakin'

They like Saturday nights drunk on the couch
Chewing bubble gum from a pouch
And Hedberg jokes always get them grinnin'
Cheap cigars and sneaking smokes
Hot girls in their yoga pants
Trying to do that dabbing dance
I'm telling you
It ain't hard to please 'em
Real men love Beavis
Real men love Beavis

Jan 11, 2016

If Florida-Georgia Line Had Written Adele's "Hello"


Hey Girl
(Parody of Adele's "Hello")

Hey girl, it's me
I was wondering if your sexy little self would like a drink
You look so good in them jeans
They say wine's fine but liquor's quicker
I'm on you like a sticker
Hey girl, is you heard me
I'm so drunk and horny dreaming of your tan lines touching me
Girl you're a stunner so please
Put your bottom in my jacked Raptor with the custom bench seat

Just leave your jealous friends behind us
And your boyfriend, Kyle

Hey girl let's go take a ride
I'll show you all my country side
Won't call you, I'm sorry, but it's just a little fun
And if you call me, I won't ever be home
Hey girl, you're so damn fine
At least an 8 if not a nine
I bet your boyfriend drives an electric car
But he don't matter, I'm country, don't it just rev you up like a Ford

Hey girl, 'sup with you
If you're having second thoughts, stop thinking, I can tell you're thirsty
Here, have one more swig
We'll take a trip 8 miles out of this town and get our bodies slappin'

Ain't no secret that the both of us
Let our standards slide

Hey girl let's go take a ride
I'll show you all my country side
Won't call you, I'm sorry, but it's just a little fun
And if you call me, I won't ever be home
Hey girl, you're so damn fine
At least an 8 if not a nine
I bet your boyfriend drives an electric car
But he don't matter, I'm country, don't it just rev you up like a Ford

[x4:]
(High Life, High Life
Fireball Fireball)
All night long

Hey girl let's go take a ride
I'll show you all my country side
Won't call you, I'm sorry, but it's just a little fun
And if you call me, I won't ever be home
Hey girl, you're so damn fine
At least an 8 if not a nine
I bet your boyfriend drives an electric car
But he don't matter, I'm country, don't it just rev you up like a Ford

Dec 3, 2015

"Yawner," a Parody of Blake Shelton's "Gonna"


Yawner
(FTM Parody of Blake Shelton's "Gonna")

I'm gonna skate by on my fame
I don't have to try
Gonna keep you on this station by keepin' it light
I'm gonna dull the radio with a boring song
Don't wanna take a risk cause I might do something wrong

Blah, blah (Meh, meh)
All night (all night)
Girl this song ain't very good but it's alright
So what I'm lazy? It's workin' 
You're listenin', ain't gonna
Put up a fight
Dim the lights, baby it's a yawner

So what's it gonna take?
What's it gonna be?
Writing hit songs isn't very hard
And here's where I say "country"
Me and you, you and me,
You'll come back just like sheep
Unsurprising as a Spring Break Daytona club boner

Blah, blah (Meh, meh)
All night (all night)
Girl this song ain't very good but it's alright
So what I'm lazy? It's workin' 
You're listenin', ain't gonna
Put up a fight
Dim the lights, baby it's a yawner

This formula's strong
Till the pattern stops workin'
Bank account ain't hurtin', it's certain
This mailing it in's gonna last
Got some checks to cash
All you old farts are gonna have to kiss my ass

Blah, blah (Meh, meh)
All night (all night)
Girl this song ain't very good but it's alright
So what I'm lazy? It's workin' 
You're listenin', ain't gonna
Put up a fight
Dim the lights, baby it's a yawner

Blah, blah (Meh, meh)
All night (all night)
Girl this song ain't very good but it's alright
So what I'm lazy? It's workin' 
You're listenin', ain't gonna
Put up a fight
Dim the lights, baby it's a yawner

Blah, blah (Meh, meh)
All night (all night)

Blah, blah (Meh, meh)
All night (all night)

Sep 10, 2015

Friends in Bro Places



There was talk last week of Garth Brooks re-recording his signature hit "Friends in Low Places" with George Strait, Keith Urban, Jason Aldean, and …Florida-Georgia Line. It looks like that's not going to happen now, due to some legal issues, but we like to think if it had happened, the lyrics would have been updated thusly…

"Friends In Bro Places"
(A parody of "Friends in Low Places")

Blame it all on my squad
We showed up real hard
In wife beaters and gelled up hair
We letting folks know
That we down to throw
If you trippin' son
We ain't fightin' fair
And I got so turnt up
So I raised up my cup
When the DJ played some old Drake
And I grinded you
Baby, that's when I knew
I'd hit dat in my Chevrolet

I got friends in bro places
where the Fireball burns
and the sugar's shakin' like oh yay yay
Yeah drop it that way
Got less friends than I got haters
Cause I wave bills with big faces
Oh, I got friends in bro places

Crank the truck and get gone
Yeah my game so strong
Back roads what we're headed for
Crack a Miller Lite
And we're getting tight
Find a field and it's time to score
Hey girl I don't care
There's folks everywhere
It's just where my homies throw down
Nobody will mind
But if you're a shouter
Then they might gather round

I got friends in bro places
where the Fireball burns
and the sugar's shakin' like oh yay yay
Yeah drop it that way
Got less friends than I got haters
I might be just a little racist
Oh, I got friends in bro places

[3rd Verse:]
We're getting it on
To a Kanye song
Yeah man, you know how I do
When some city boys pull up
They're acting real tough
Mad doggin' while I'm tryna screw
I always mean to cause a big scene
Just wait 'til I'm done with this lass
Then son you can bet
You'll pay back that debt
Cause I'm a whoop your ass

Jul 23, 2015

Remember When: A Depressing Parody Lyric

 
 "Remember When"
(A depressing parody of Alan Jackson's "Remember When")

Remember when songs were sung with words so true
and steel guitars and fiddles were still cool
You could hurt with Patsy Cline
Thumb a ride with Charley Pride
Remember when

Remember when they called the cows
or honky tonked
Broke our hearts, closed the bars, living hard
Waylon and Merle, trains and spurs
Texas boys, Kentucky girls
Remember when

Remember when old ones died and new came on
The sound was changed, modernized, rearranged
But even though some shined like stars
They still had country heart
Remember when

Remember when the lure of fame and greed
made the music
Chase the trend of the week
Big pickup trucks, bass and lust
Stole the soul and broke our trust
Remember when

Remember when George Strait was always on
And there was still twang in country songs
But where we are,
From where we've been
Too far to go back again
Remember when

Remember when we knew it'd be okay
And the cycle would turn back someday
But that's all past, pour a glass
Put on some Johnny Cash
And just remember when

May 18, 2015

Re-Flush. A Girl Crush Parody.


 This is reprehensible and gross and childish, and welcome back Bobby Joe!

Re-flush
(©2015 BobbyJoe parody lyrics)
Parody of Little Big Town's "Girl Crush"

I got to re-flush
Hate to admit it but
Pooped in a big rush
Ain't going down
I grabbed the plunger
And pushed it down under
And still I feel strong hunger
Could eat me a cow

I want to taste french fries
Yeah, 'cause they taste like grease
I want to drown myself
In a bottle of Texas Pete
I want more chili dogs
I want more cabbage soup
Yeah, 'cause for sure then
I'd really let it loose
I got to re-flush
I got to re-flush

I don't Beano beans
I don't Beano greens
Thinking about food
Under my fat jeans
The way that it's whispering
The way that it's pulling me in
Lord knows I've tried
I can't get it off my mind

I want to taste french fries
Yeah, 'cause they taste like grease
I want to drown myself
In a bottle of Texas Pete
I want more chili dogs
I want more cabbage soup
Yeah, 'cause for sure then
I'd really let it loose
I got to re-flush
I got to re-flush
Hate to admit it but
Pooped in a big rush
Ain't going down

May 15, 2015

If Dallas Davidson Had Written These Americana Classics


If Dallas, or other bro-ish songwriters had penned these great Americana tunes...

Turtles All the Way Down
Every time I'm crankin' up my new green Raptor pickup truck
I'm chillin' like a villain cause I'm chromed out and so sweet and so fly
Grappler Nittos, LED, silver gearshift, and HIDs they all changed the game for me
But girl, the only thing I want's your ass tonight

Two More Bottles of Wine
Two guns on my back, tattoos lookin' fine
Haters on Twitter saying I'm out of line
But it's all right 'cause I'm so tight
And I got two more bottles of shine



Cover Me Up
So girl leave your Dukes by the bed/I'm bout to drop tha boom
Till there's an illegitimate child growing there in your womb

The Road Goes on Forever
Down farm road after midnight with some Jeremiah Weed
Drivin' drunk with a big ol' dip and Axe sprayed all over me
She's wearing those old Levis that show off suntanned skin
The bro goes on forever and the party never ends

Pancho & Lefty
Driving gravel roads my bro
Is gonna get your truck in dirt
While you wear your barbed wire tatt
And way too tight Ed Hardy shirt
You weren't your high school's smartest boy
But the most badass one it seems
You give every guy the mad-dog eyes
Never turn off your high beams

Pancho was a country boy
His Ford had flames and polished chrome
Wore his ripped-up studded jeans
To make the hotties sigh and moan
Pancho saw a bae so hot
Down at the Sonic parking lot
He stepped to her and spit some game
Took a Fireball shot

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