VERSE 1
I start my truck by breathing into a tube
I drive around high school looking for boobs
You call it statutory? I call it mandatory
Like making a poncho out of Old Glory
And wearing it while playing for my man W
And doing it again for his far-right substitute
My skeleton key can open anyone’s lock
Now get in my bed and try to love Kid Rock!
CHORUS 1
Browitdabro
The camel toe
Licky, licky, licky
Until your leggy-weggies become sticky
VERSE 2
The reason why my tickets sell for so damn cheap?
‘Cause y’all work at Wal-Mart seven days a week
I relate to the struggle in my comfortable mansion
While poverty kills like a family of Mansons
I got a tennis court and a swimming pool
And a hummer that runs on hundred dollar fuel
You can look for answers, but you know it’s a crock
Now get in my bed and try to love Kid Rock!
CHORUS 2
Blahwitdablah
The biggie bra
Jiggy, jiggy, jiggy
Until my peter becomes a stiffy
CHORUS 3
Blewwitdablew
Come on to you
Sicky, sicky, sicky
You don’t have to be so damn picky
BRIDGE
Love!
Is what I hate!
Don’t need no peace!
War!
CHORUS 4
Byewitdabye
I want to cry
Crowbar city
I’m in jail, it’s such a pity
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