Shirt Potatoes
She's a bat shit crazy loopy lady
A sandwich short of a picnic baby
Freaky-deaky, straight up 5150
Crack-ass, bonkers, nutty and leafy
Jacked up, messed up, kooky, loony
Cray-cr-cray-cray, certifiably zany
Out of her mind, nuttier than a squirrel
One fry short of a happy meal
But she's got two things going for her
And one thing's for sure
I'd sell my 4 my tractor and my gun
For one more night with her lady-bumps
I'd give my combine, my car, my soul and my farm
For one more go on her shirt potatoes
Two cans short of a six-pack, she's nucking futs
Mondo bizarro, she's real fucked up
Bobo, bonkers, far out crunk
She's bats, she's nuts, she's out to lunch!
She's batty, bananas, got a screw loose I tell ya
Off the wall, her cheese has slid off its cracker
Postal, psycho, mad as a hatter
More cuckoo than a clock- Hell, I wish I never met her
Cracked up, whacked out, whacked up, wigged out
Insane in the membrane without a doubt
Off her box, off her rocker, off her nut, off her tree
Needs a check-up from the neck up if you're asking me
But she's got two things going for her
And one thing's for sure
I'd sell my 4 my tractor and my gun
For one more night with her lady-bumps
I'd give my combine, my car, my soul and my farm
For one more go on her shirt potatoes
I'd sell my 4 my tractor and my gun
For one more night with her lady-bumps
I'd give my combine, my car, my soul and my farm
For one more go on her shirt potatoes
A sandwich short of a picnic baby
Freaky-deaky, straight up 5150
Crack-ass, bonkers, nutty and leafy
Jacked up, messed up, kooky, loony
Cray-cr-cray-cray, certifiably zany
Out of her mind, nuttier than a squirrel
One fry short of a happy meal
But she's got two things going for her
And one thing's for sure
I'd sell my 4 my tractor and my gun
For one more night with her lady-bumps
I'd give my combine, my car, my soul and my farm
For one more go on her shirt potatoes
Two cans short of a six-pack, she's nucking futs
Mondo bizarro, she's real fucked up
Bobo, bonkers, far out crunk
She's bats, she's nuts, she's out to lunch!
She's batty, bananas, got a screw loose I tell ya
Off the wall, her cheese has slid off its cracker
Postal, psycho, mad as a hatter
More cuckoo than a clock- Hell, I wish I never met her
Cracked up, whacked out, whacked up, wigged out
Insane in the membrane without a doubt
Off her box, off her rocker, off her nut, off her tree
Needs a check-up from the neck up if you're asking me
But she's got two things going for her
And one thing's for sure
I'd sell my 4 my tractor and my gun
For one more night with her lady-bumps
I'd give my combine, my car, my soul and my farm
For one more go on her shirt potatoes
I'd sell my 4 my tractor and my gun
For one more night with her lady-bumps
I'd give my combine, my car, my soul and my farm
For one more go on her shirt potatoes
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Writer(s): Paul White
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