Lyrics:

We'll you complote it all if you want to
(The lady hand is all low and loose
(It's sitting there and tickling that
(Rock'n'roll music sucking all on that juice
(Yeah it's all of easy rides but I come on over
(But you complain you're sunday hops(
It came beep beep with know you're shoes sun your feet(
Stompin' on the red neck jump yeah(
We call over the national guards but you know if that they ship up cards

Well I don't recklen and means much to you(
But the pain disease a free card too (free come! oh ya)
(Too late we down if you want too rip it out taking away(
You can have a picture of Lana Turner in a hom together(
Way... Well mama is in the kitchen karkeen special see
(Cake you've like you should a search and laps
(You know we can beep beep with no your shoes on your
(Feet stopin' at the red neck jump

Hang it hang out hang it all about oh man all ah yes
(Oh Lord gonna stoppin' ah yeah red neck stompin'ah yeah(
Yeah...