Go-Kart Kid (Hell No!)

Growin' up I
I was a real wild one
And I had the tendency to run around
Pretty wildly

And I had a go-kart
The dog chewed the handle off
(Hell, no)
But it's okay, I was a go-kart kid
(Hell, yeah)

And we had a big
Big yard
That we ran around all day long
(Hell, yeah)

And we lived really close
To our granny and taid's house
Just the one hill away to be precise
Yes, it was nice

And on snowy, snowy days
My taid would make
A sledge for the girls from plastic and wood
It was good

We were just girls in a field
Growing into ladies
And now we're girls in a field
Lookin' out for Sos

And thеre's nothing that I hate more
Than wastе
Regardless of what it is
It's still waste

And Craig does a nice impression of
A man who messaged me
And it goes a little like this
"Don't call me a collector" (hell, no)



Credits
Writer(s): Craig Whittle, Hannah Merrick
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