Get In the Truck

Gonna take her down to the County fair We'll have corn dogs and cold beer Gonna win her a four foot teddy bear And we'll ride the Ferris wheel Then we'll climb up in my pick-up truck And watch that cowboy deal And I'll try not to get caught staring at that young girl sex appeal Now I've probably drank enough for both of us She's feeling all alone I'm spending more time in the pisser than I am with her I know And to her friends I hear her bitching on that mobile telephone Until she finally ends my party And says she's taking my drunk ass home And she said get in the truck and shut the hell up I won't take your verbal abuses It's the same ole' story every Saturday night Don't wanna hear your sorry excuses I knew I had some work to do Gonna have to change my attitude It'll be twenty-five minutes the back way home Minus two stops to drain my bladder dude Sweet talking won't be good enough I'm not dealing with a rookie Gonna bust out with some "I Love You's" If she's gonna give it all to me Now we're headed out to the picture show On a bonafide date We'll stop off by that Mexican joint And grab a quick bite to eat I didn't know I'd see Earl Johnson across the bar waving at me I didn't expect those shots of tequila Coming my way with a smile and a wink Now my intentions were good nature Never meant to climb up there Dancing on top of that bar table in my holey underwear It was that God Damned Tequila Earl just wouldn't leave me alone Then she thankfully ended my party And said she's taking my drunk ass home And she said get in the truck and shut the hell up I won't take your verbal abuses It's the same ole' story every Saturday night Don't wanna hear your sorry excuses I knew I had some work to do Gonna have to change my attitude It'll be twenty-five minutes the back way home Minus two stops to drain my bladder dude Sweet talking won't be good enough I'm not dealing with a rookie Gonna bust out with some "I Love You's" If she's gonna give it all to me Now it was Christmas at her mama's And I promised I'd be good I'd go easy on the Pabst Blue Ribbon Wouldn't steal her mother's chew I'd even throw away the dishes Serve the corn bread pudding too My ole' lady must have been tickled I was the husband she never knew That's when things started to get hazy And I knew my cover was blown Riding on the hood of that Ford Pinto With a cold one in my palm It was the last thing I remember Flying through the air out of control And I knew those words were coming She's gonna take my drunk ass home And she said get in the truck and shut the hell up I won't take your verbal abuses It's the same ole' story every Saturday night Don't wanna hear your sorry excuses I knew I had some work to do Gonna have to change my attitude It'll be twenty-five minutes the back way home Minus two stops to drain my bladder dude Sweet talking won't be good enough I'm not dealing with a rookie Gonna bust out with some "I Love You's" If she's gonna give it all to me Gonna bust out with some "I Love You's" If she's gonna give it all to me