Bell Bottoms Up

Me and the boys, Abbey Road Studios

Take five hundred and seventy-three

I got my high-heeled feet up on this leopard love seat

And a little bit of money to spend

Well, I'm about damn certain that I'm gonna put a hurtin'

On this big ol' bottle of sin

I got my motor runnin', yeah, you can hear me comin'

Around the mountain of a long neck bend

'Cause I'm a homegrown, roll-your-own, light-it-up life of the party

Yeah, I'm a last call wrecking ball, I'm tellin' y'all, I'm just gettin' started

I'm fillin' up these jeans like I do my cup

Throwback, throw down, bell bottoms up

I'm in a old-school mood like a needle in a groove

It's a honky-tonk time machine

I'll put the peace sign away and let the bird out the cage

If you think I give a, what you think

Let's get it spinnin', y'all, just like a disco ball

We breakin' hearts, we ain't breakin' the law

I'm a homegrown, roll-your-own, light-it-up life of the party

Yeah, I'm a last call wrecking ball, I'm tellin' y'all, I'm just gettin' started

I'm fillin' up these jeans like I do my cup

Throwback, throw down, bell bottoms up

We put the bottom in the bell, put the raise in the hell

Run the train off the rails

We put the wild in the hair, blowin' smoke everywhere

On a whiskey-bent wing and a prayer

Well, I'm a homegrown, roll-your-own, light-it-up life of the party, woo

Yeah, I'm a last call wrecking ball, tellin' y'all, I'm just gettin' started

I'm fillin' up these jeans like I do my cup

Throwback, throw down, bell bottoms

Line 'em up, shoot 'em back if you got 'em

Throwback, throw down, bell bottoms up

Oh, bell bottoms up

Bell bottoms up

Oh, bell bottoms up