Wannabe Cowboy
Okay, so I went on this really terrible date
I mean, it was bad
So get this
We clicked over text, so excited to meet
He came to pick me up and parked across the street
I had to walk to him, but it could be worse
And hey, I bet it's probably just the nerves
He said he feels like the king of the road
While blasting AC till I'm freezing cold
Told me about his high school glory days
But he's barley 21 and not even 5'8"
He's just a wannabe cowboy in a tan Ford Taurus
A country song playing, but he only knew the chorus
Scattered empty cans of off brand Mountain Dew
And he's driving like a jerk and proud to say it
He wants a big truck, probably compensating
I brought him cookies, and he didn't even say thank you
And I said happy freakin birthday to you
No, no, it gets worse, get this
And the whole drive home, he played songs about sex
And singing along, he had to force the accent
He didn't ask any questions about me
I might've been the McDonald's bag in the backseat
And it was finally over, and he dropped me off
And he didn't even park in the parking lot
I had to jump out while he was in drive
And he hightailed it out without saying goodbye
What a jerk
He's just a wannabe cowboy in a tan Ford Taurus
A country song playing, but he only knew the chorus
Scattered empty cans of off brand Mountain Dew
And he's driving like a jerk and proud to say it
He wants a big truck, probably compensating
I brought him cookies, and he didn't even say thank you
And I said happy freakin birthday to you
And he loves country songs
About mini skirts and getting it on
So I wrote him this stupid country song
So to the guy who holds my personal record
For worst date ever
All I've gotta say
Is happy freakin birthday
To the wannabe cowboy in the tan Ford Taurus
A country song playing, but he only knew the chorus
Scattered empty cans of off brand Mountain Dew, man
And he's driving like a jerk and proud to say it
He wants a big truck, probably compensating
I brought him cookies, and he didn't even say thank you
And I said happy freakin birthday to you
Happy freakin birthday to you
And your tan Ford Taurus
Happy freakin birthday to you
I mean, it was bad
So get this
We clicked over text, so excited to meet
He came to pick me up and parked across the street
I had to walk to him, but it could be worse
And hey, I bet it's probably just the nerves
He said he feels like the king of the road
While blasting AC till I'm freezing cold
Told me about his high school glory days
But he's barley 21 and not even 5'8"
He's just a wannabe cowboy in a tan Ford Taurus
A country song playing, but he only knew the chorus
Scattered empty cans of off brand Mountain Dew
And he's driving like a jerk and proud to say it
He wants a big truck, probably compensating
I brought him cookies, and he didn't even say thank you
And I said happy freakin birthday to you
No, no, it gets worse, get this
And the whole drive home, he played songs about sex
And singing along, he had to force the accent
He didn't ask any questions about me
I might've been the McDonald's bag in the backseat
And it was finally over, and he dropped me off
And he didn't even park in the parking lot
I had to jump out while he was in drive
And he hightailed it out without saying goodbye
What a jerk
He's just a wannabe cowboy in a tan Ford Taurus
A country song playing, but he only knew the chorus
Scattered empty cans of off brand Mountain Dew
And he's driving like a jerk and proud to say it
He wants a big truck, probably compensating
I brought him cookies, and he didn't even say thank you
And I said happy freakin birthday to you
And he loves country songs
About mini skirts and getting it on
So I wrote him this stupid country song
So to the guy who holds my personal record
For worst date ever
All I've gotta say
Is happy freakin birthday
To the wannabe cowboy in the tan Ford Taurus
A country song playing, but he only knew the chorus
Scattered empty cans of off brand Mountain Dew, man
And he's driving like a jerk and proud to say it
He wants a big truck, probably compensating
I brought him cookies, and he didn't even say thank you
And I said happy freakin birthday to you
Happy freakin birthday to you
And your tan Ford Taurus
Happy freakin birthday to you
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Writer(s): Jordyn Wilson
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