Fried Pickle
Honky-tonk
Headin' out
Gotta go
Let it out
Show you what
It's all about
Muddin' up!
It's goin' down
Man, I can't wait to get inside
There's nothin' like when you see those lights
The neon glow on the food court, baby
That's how you know you're bout to do it right
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
On a Friday night and it feels just right
Fatten me up like a hog in a barn
Or a dog in the yard, you know I eat good
Saddle me up for a ride on the trail
Never lie when I tell you it's goin' down
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
Like a pickle gettin' fried
Fry that pickle now
Forty dollars in but ain't none comin' out
I got a new pair of jeans and a fork in my mouth
That Cinnabon stench is waftin' up in my nose
Where it goes, I don't knows, man, my body's all weird
I'm sayin' a no to the girls at the stores
Sellin' phones and perfumes, doll, I'm all outta ones
And I ain't got no fives, got no tens, nothin' more
Got not a dollar dallyin' my tonk-honkin' funds
But it don't get me down!
Come on and rally the troops
Come on and grab you ya boots
Come on and grab you some loot
The batter is up, hittin' runs outta home
Kickin' spurs with the chrome, at Barton Creek lookin' cute
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
On a Friday night and it feels just right
Fatten me up like a hog in a barn
Or a dog in the yard, you know I eat good
Saddle me up for a ride on the trail
Never lie when I tell you it's goin' down
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
Like a pickle gettin' fried
Fry that pickle now
Yeah, I'm so honky-tonk
Here at the honky-tonk
Soak it all up
There got the escalator stairs
And they'll take you anywhere
Anywhere that you wanna go that's up
Hot Topic, Auntie Anne's
Foot Locker, the Pokemon Store
Take a look at the honky-tonk map on the wall
And buckle up, brother, cause they've got it all
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
On a Friday night and it feels just right
Fatten me up like a hog in a barn
Or a dog in the yard, you know I eat good
Saddle me up for a ride on the trail
Never lie when I tell you it's goin' down
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
Like a pickle gettin' fried
Fry that pickle now
Headin' out
Gotta go
Let it out
Show you what
It's all about
Muddin' up!
It's goin' down
Man, I can't wait to get inside
There's nothin' like when you see those lights
The neon glow on the food court, baby
That's how you know you're bout to do it right
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
On a Friday night and it feels just right
Fatten me up like a hog in a barn
Or a dog in the yard, you know I eat good
Saddle me up for a ride on the trail
Never lie when I tell you it's goin' down
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
Like a pickle gettin' fried
Fry that pickle now
Forty dollars in but ain't none comin' out
I got a new pair of jeans and a fork in my mouth
That Cinnabon stench is waftin' up in my nose
Where it goes, I don't knows, man, my body's all weird
I'm sayin' a no to the girls at the stores
Sellin' phones and perfumes, doll, I'm all outta ones
And I ain't got no fives, got no tens, nothin' more
Got not a dollar dallyin' my tonk-honkin' funds
But it don't get me down!
Come on and rally the troops
Come on and grab you ya boots
Come on and grab you some loot
The batter is up, hittin' runs outta home
Kickin' spurs with the chrome, at Barton Creek lookin' cute
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
On a Friday night and it feels just right
Fatten me up like a hog in a barn
Or a dog in the yard, you know I eat good
Saddle me up for a ride on the trail
Never lie when I tell you it's goin' down
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
Like a pickle gettin' fried
Fry that pickle now
Yeah, I'm so honky-tonk
Here at the honky-tonk
Soak it all up
There got the escalator stairs
And they'll take you anywhere
Anywhere that you wanna go that's up
Hot Topic, Auntie Anne's
Foot Locker, the Pokemon Store
Take a look at the honky-tonk map on the wall
And buckle up, brother, cause they've got it all
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
On a Friday night and it feels just right
Fatten me up like a hog in a barn
Or a dog in the yard, you know I eat good
Saddle me up for a ride on the trail
Never lie when I tell you it's goin' down
Batter me up like a pickle gettin' fried
Like a pickle gettin' fried
Fry that pickle now
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Ross Atwood, Travis Michael Riddle
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