Lyrics

I like my bacon crispy My pancakes cooked up right Extra butter on my biscuits Makes everything alright What's wrong with that People tell me what's wrong with that I don't beat around the bush I like what I like What's wrong with that A big back seat for comfort Lot of padding on the dash A place to put my cigar When I flick off my ash What's wrong with that(absolutely nothing) Tell me what's wrong with that(buddy you know nothing wrong with that) I don't beat around the bush I like what I like What's wrong with that(buddy guy play a little guitar for me) If I like getting up Before the break of day But I like laying down late With a woman half my age What's wrong with that People tell me what's wrong with that I don't beat around the bush I like what I like What the hell is wrong with that I'm telling all you wicked women I'm a wicked woman's man If you don't believe me I can make you understand Tell me what's wrong with that People tell me what's wrong with that I don't beat around the bush I like what I like What's wrong with that I don't beat around the bush I like what I like What the hell is wrong with that Tell me what wrong with that Absolutely nothing Bobby you have been talking about how you like beacon cooked You see I like my chicken grilled I don't like it too greasy I like my steak always done like my age easy And the girls they got to be real
Writer(s): Thomas Jay Hambridge, Richard Fleming Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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