Fake ID (feat. Gretchen Wilson)

Hey, I've been driving all over the town

On my cell phone wearin' it out

And I've finally tracked you down

Hey, everybody says you're the man

The final piece to my master plan

You got my world in the palm of your hand

Well, I know that you got it

Come on and just sell it

Got the cash up in my pocket

You know I gotta get it

Hey, mister, won't you sell me a fake ID?

There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey, mister, won't you sell me a fake ID?

Hey, don't even think about tellin' me no

It's only twenty minutes till the show

Hey, mister, turn it over, let's go

No, I ain't gonna need a receipt

Just make sure that it looks like me

So the bouncer don't call the police

And don't tell my daddy

Stole the keys to his caddy

Don't dilly-dally

I gotta get the hell out of this alley

Hey, mister, won't you sell me a fake ID?

There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey, mister, won't you sell me a fake ID?

Here's my money

Now get out of my way

Gonna push my luck

Right up to the stage

Hey, mister, won't you sell me a fake ID?

There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey, mister, hey, mister

Hey, mister, won't you sell me a fake ID?

There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey, mister, won't you sell me a fake ID?

Hey, mister, won't you sell me a fake ID?

There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey, mister, won't you sell me a fake ID?

Hey mister, hey mister