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Bed Time Story
Once upon a time
There was a little princess
With a magic pony
And every day she would ride
Through the enchanted forest
Until one day
When she and the horse
Fell into a boiling vat of french fry grease
And died a horrible death
The End
NOW GO TO SLEEP

Hick Hop
deer at the salt lick
pocket watch tickin’
chickens runnin’ in the street while I stoop to get a cool drink
bubblin’ from the well, hell
howdy there stranger from around these parts
got yer car parked over in my pasture you bastard
move that sucker before I tow it with my pick-em-up
stick-em-up
nobody move unless they wanna eat lead
i’ll drill you a new one dead to rights baby
better off cruisin’ to the honkey tonk
hotter than the cement
insurance rattling in my glove box
44 colt burnin’ smith and wesson oil
sold to the carpet baggers
hotter than a junkyard monkey butter’s churnin’ and turnin’
like the motor in my vehicle trucking down the road
see ya
I said hi ho Silver and whoa Trigger
I said hi ho Silver and whoa Trigger
Next thing ya’ know ol’ Jed’s a millionaire
C’mon back and talk to Teddy Bear
i got my pedal to the metal
on the floor of my 4 wheel drive
i’m slidin’ down the highway cranking up the george jones
you know the race is on
and i’m passin’ on the right down over by the theater
crater in my heart gonna call me an ambulance
don’t forget to shake your booty while you’re dancin’ the 2 step
c’mon and gimme three steps
hey play some skynard, man
shoot fire from my gun rack
overdrive tallboy
cold in my koozy
while i’m shiftin’ into high gear
peelin’ out snake skin sidewindin’ filly
gonna cook up in my skillet till she screams and hollers
like a pig on the poke
i ain’t jokin’ biznatch
’cause i’m fly with my window rollin’ ‘57 flatbed ford
hey baby, you need a ride?
I said hi ho Silver and whoa Trigger
I said hi ho Silver and whoa Trigger
Next thing ya’ know ol’ Jed’s a millionaire
C’mon back and talk to Teddy Bear
Get yer ass back in the truck
and it goes a little somethin’ like this, kick it!
i’ll cut me a switch ’cause I’m comin’ unhitched
i don’t give a damn ’cause my cracker ass is itchin’
and my trigger finger’s twitchin’
so get your ass in the kitchen
and quit your yellin’ about rebellion and cut me an onion
a glass onion
’cause I’m about to go helter skelter
let me get my boots off and then we’ll work on your rocks, sugar darlin’
’cause we’re hotter than 2 rats fuckin’ in a wool sock
10-4 little beaver
we’re gonna back on out of here and get ourselves a barley pop
yee haw
I said hi ho Silver and whoa Trigger
I said hi ho Silver and whoa Trigger
And-whoa-and-whoa-and-whoa trigger
And-whoa-and-whoa-and-whoa trigger
I got a damn good idea
Play some more skynyrd, man
In Birmingham they love the governor
Boo! Boo! Boo!