Styrofoam

In the infield at Daytona Sittin' on a motor home I see her tryin' to check the leaderboard Standing on her tippy-toes I holler at her, tell her "Climb up the ladder, get ya One out the Yeti," but I See she already has a Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam Shakin' that ice back and forth Sweat on the side, red on the rim Making me wanna steal a sip Somethin' 'bout it's so damn hot I'ma need one of them to cool me off And I know you know where we can go Get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam She says, "I'm almost empty You should walk over there with me under That flag with number three I got some Lynchburg, Tennessee" She pours a double Makes that Coca-Cola bubble Stirs it, oh, Lord, have mercy I ain't never been so thirsty for a Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam Shakin' that ice back and forth Sweat on the side, red on the rim Making me wanna steal a sip Somethin' 'bout it's so damn hot I'ma need one of them to cool me off And I know you know where we can go Get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam Don't know who took the checkered But I'm sure glad I met her I won't ever forget her 'Cause her kiss is tastin' better than a Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam Shakin' that ice back and forth Sweat on the side, red on the rim Making me wanna steal a sip Somethin' bout it's so damn hot I'ma need one of them to cool me off And I know you know where we can go Get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam A whiskey-Coke in styrofoam Yeah, a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam