Bubba Lee Pete

Bubba Lee Pete was a big fat fella
Built his home on the bank
But it floated down the river
Mississippi all the way to Morgan city
Yeah, Bubba Lee Pete's the king of hillbilly
Chilly as the night's i'm getting told everyday is a miracle
Floating down the river on his home slash
Vehicle's come in different shapes
And many different forms
Bubba Lee Pete comes different to the norm

Oh Pete
Bubba Lee Pete
Bubba Lee Pete
Oh Peter, Yeah
Oh Pete
Bubba Lee Pete
Bubba Lee Pete

Bubba Lee Pete's got too many pickles
There's a hole in the roof and he ain't got a nickle
When he's lying in his bed
Can feel the rain pissing on his head
Every drop is like a Pete seeking
Missile's are fast but i'm sure
Anything's quicker than Pete when he's guzzling his
Moonshine liquor is his favourite drink
It means he's doesn't think about the warts on his feet or his underarm
Stinking hot days on the River Mississippi
Gonna take his floating home all the way to Morgan
City slickers don't really seems to understand the man
But he's Bubba Lee Pete
And i'm his number one fan

Stinking hot days on the River Mississippi
Gonna take his floating home all the way to Morgan
City slickers don't really seems to understand the man
His Four fingered hand or the wart's on his
Cock-a-doodle-doo hear the rooster's crowing
It's Six in the morning so we better get a rolling now
Poor old Pete he's never had a woman
He's been on a few dates but never got to
Screwing down the nails in his roof
Or hammering the screws
Got a hole in the ceiling and the leaky house
Blues don't matter when your living the dream
And your floating home moves like a speed machine
People don't really seem to understand the man
But he's Bubba Lee Pete
And i'm his number one fan

Oh Pete
Bubba Lee Pete
Bubba Lee Pete
Oh Pete
Bubba Lee Pete
Bubba Lee Pete
Oh Pete
Bubba Lee Pete
Bubba Lee Pete



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Kiellerup
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