Lyrics:

I was workin' my magic one night at the rusty spur
I was talkin' that you know what to you know her
I was layin' it down like barbecue sauce, brushin' on real thick
When he walked in, passed her a grin, I never lost a woman that quick
Damn you Bubba, with your '82 Cadillac
Your new hairdo and your dancin' shoes you're makin' me look bad
Aw damn you Bubba, with your 50 dollar bank roll
With your brand new jeans, I know what that means
Bubba's got a J-O-B, aw damn you Bubba
Last week Bubba sat at the shallow end of the bar
He was one of us tryin' his best to just to win her heart
Walked up to him and said hey Bubba, let me in on your plan
He leaned back and laughed and said the Bubba don't run with a wing man
Aw damn you Bubba, with your '82 Cadillac
Your new hairdo and your dancin' shoes you're makin' me look bad
Damn you Bubba, with your 50 dollar bank roll, and your brand new jeans
I know what that means
Bubba's got a J-O-B and I D-O-N-T
Aw damn you Bubba

Turned in my application Friday mornin' 6 A.M. on the dot
A man called Monday, said I'm sorry, but Bubba done filled that slot
Aw damn you Bubba
Yeah always knew mama liked you best
Aw damn you Bubba, with your '82 Cadillac
Your new hairdo and your dancin' shoes you're makin' me look bad
Damn you Bubba, with your 50 dollar bank roll, and your brand new jeans
I know what that means
Bubba's got a J-O-B and I D-O-N-T
I got to get a J-O-B
Aw damn you Bubba
Aw damn you Bubba
You call yourself the Bubba now who does that really? you know?
I'm tellin' daddy
Remember that Tonka truck you lost when we were kids? I still got it!