Styrofoam

In the infield at Daytona
Sittin' on a motor home
I see her tryin' to check the leaderboard
Standing on her tippy-toes
I holler at her, tell her
"Climb up the ladder, get ya
One out the Yeti," but I
See she already has a

Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam
Shakin' that ice back and forth
Sweat on the side, red on the rim
Making me wanna steal a sip
Somethin' 'bout it's so damn hot
I'ma need one of them to cool me off
And I know you know where we can go
Get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam

She says, "I'm almost empty
You should walk over there with me under
That flag with number three
I got some Lynchburg, Tennessee"
She pours a double
Makes that Coca-Cola bubble
Stirs it, oh, Lord, have mercy
I ain't never been so thirsty for a

Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam
Shakin' that ice back and forth
Sweat on the side, red on the rim
Making me wanna steal a sip
Somethin' 'bout it's so damn hot
I'ma need one of them to cool me off
And I know you know where we can go
Get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam

Don't know who took the checkered
But I'm sure glad I met her
I won't ever forget her
'Cause her kiss is tastin' better than a

Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam
Shakin' that ice back and forth
Sweat on the side, red on the rim
Making me wanna steal a sip
Somethin' bout it's so damn hot
I'ma need one of them to cool me off
And I know you know where we can go
Get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam

A whiskey-Coke in styrofoam
Yeah, a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam



Credits
Writer(s): Smith Elwyn Ahnquist, Hunter Phelps, William Bradford Jr Weatherly
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