I've seen what you're made of from a mile away

No tan on your arms and their made of paste

don't hit the gretch and rode microphone

unless you're a real country one

90 acres and got a stage name

ya aint got a dollar to your fake name

took like two weeks

to sell your soul to the RNC?

Well split pea, hot cheese, twenty-seven bean soup

I know whippersnappers countrier than you

When the news begins and sunday toons stop

they play Texas hold 'em and drop tonka trucks

'ya ought not to pay', then you sang

and AI song: Libertarian Wet Dream

ya had a minimum bar to be bigoted

then you met it, nailed it up n ran with it

so come down to the all-in-one amish

discount store and discount market

cause I'd hate to stay admonished

but if you're so cou ...