Lyrics:

There's a girl on channel thirteen
I know she's gonna fall in love with me
And I'm gonna win the lottery tomorrow
Or the next day

I drive a Mercedes Benz
I've got a whole buttload of friends
I'm gonna be on CMT someday

But in my real world
Things don't always turn out so good
Like you wished they would
Yeah in my real world
I'm a little bit messed up and broke
Don't you know?
Oh

I got more money than George Strait
I throw benjies out the window all day
Just to see how far they fly, bye bye

I get more girls than the president
Mom and dad still pays the rent
And I throw parties all night long

But in my real world
Things don't always turn out so good
Like you wished they would
No, in my real world
I'm a little bit messed up and broke
Don't you know?

Solo!

In my real world
Things don't always turn out so good
Like you wished they would
No, in my real world
I'm a little bit messed up and broke
Oh, don't you know?

Oh, in my real world
Things don't always turn out so good
Like you wished they would
Oh, in my real world
I'm a little bit messed up and broke
Don't you know?
Ohh, ohh

Yee haw!
I'm a rockstar
I'm a cowboy
Everybody loves this song
I'm a rockstar
I'm a cowboy
Everybody sing along
I'm a rockstar (I'm a rockstar)
I'm a cowboy (I'm a cowboy)
Everybody loves this song
I'm a rockstar (I'm a rockstar)
I'm a cowboy (I'm a cowboy)
Everybody sing along

I got a space ship
Fully equipped
'Cause I'm a cowboy Stevie Wonder
I got a space ship
Fully equipped
'Cause I'm a cowboy Stevie Wonder

Hey
Hey
Hey

Green green grass and a rubber Russian bimbo
No one's got a name for the brain in the scarecrow
How can he believe what he sees on the T.V.?
Nothing but extreme over-executed fantasy

Happy dancing feet, down the street from the corner
Some may say he's silly, some may say that he's a loner
How can you explain, he's got a name nobody knows it
Did anybody ever stop and offer him a Prozac?
(Prozac, Prozac, Pro-oo-oo-oo-oo-zac)

Green green grass and a rubber Russian bimbo
No one's got a name for the brain in the scarecrow
How can he believe what he sees on the T.V.?
Nothing but extreme over-executed fantasy

Happy dancing feet, down the street from the corner
Some may say he's silly, some may say that he's a loner
How can you explain, he's got a name nobody knows it
Did anybody ever stop and offer him a Pro-zac? (Prozac)

Hey! Hey, hey
Yee haw!
Grab your partner
Hey now!
Swing your partner round and round
Smack 'er on the butt and spin 'er all around
Ha ha ha ha ha
*Imitates pig*