The Bod
My wife swears
It drives like a Mercedes
Stow and Go seats and a
Five star safety rating
What really drives her crazy
Is the thought of putting babies
In our brand new van
My new tanline starts above the ankles
Just below my shorts to the socks in my sandals
My wife says it's too hot to handle and
What she says goes
Born to be mild
Got the mower motor running
Cutting straight lines like it ain't even nothing
Something in the air
Got the whole street a-buzzing
Activate weekend mode
Get off my lawn
Unless you wanna party
Got the ball game on
And a cooler full of barley
I'm a dad joke joker
A mean meat smoker
Got everything I want
I'm just working on The Bod
I'm just working on The Bod
We can turn it up
All the way to seven
But we gotta pack it in
To be in bed by eleven
Then rise and shine
To catch a little piece of heaven
At Timmy's and Canadian Tire
Let the day melt away
Like butter on a biscuit
Low and slow - you don't wanna risk it
Where there's smoke you know
There's gonna be a brisket
I've said it and I'll say it again
Get off my lawn
Unless you wanna party
Got the Jays game on
And a cooler full of barley
I'm a dad joke joker
A mean meat smoker
Got everything I want
I'm just working on The Bod
I'm just working on The Bod
Work Out
Get off my lawn
Unless you wanna party
Got the ball game on
And a cooler full of barley
I'm a dad joke joker
A mean meat smoker
Got everything I want
I'm just working on The Bod
I'm just working on The Bod
I'm working on The Bod
It drives like a Mercedes
Stow and Go seats and a
Five star safety rating
What really drives her crazy
Is the thought of putting babies
In our brand new van
My new tanline starts above the ankles
Just below my shorts to the socks in my sandals
My wife says it's too hot to handle and
What she says goes
Born to be mild
Got the mower motor running
Cutting straight lines like it ain't even nothing
Something in the air
Got the whole street a-buzzing
Activate weekend mode
Get off my lawn
Unless you wanna party
Got the ball game on
And a cooler full of barley
I'm a dad joke joker
A mean meat smoker
Got everything I want
I'm just working on The Bod
I'm just working on The Bod
We can turn it up
All the way to seven
But we gotta pack it in
To be in bed by eleven
Then rise and shine
To catch a little piece of heaven
At Timmy's and Canadian Tire
Let the day melt away
Like butter on a biscuit
Low and slow - you don't wanna risk it
Where there's smoke you know
There's gonna be a brisket
I've said it and I'll say it again
Get off my lawn
Unless you wanna party
Got the Jays game on
And a cooler full of barley
I'm a dad joke joker
A mean meat smoker
Got everything I want
I'm just working on The Bod
I'm just working on The Bod
Work Out
Get off my lawn
Unless you wanna party
Got the ball game on
And a cooler full of barley
I'm a dad joke joker
A mean meat smoker
Got everything I want
I'm just working on The Bod
I'm just working on The Bod
I'm working on The Bod
Credits
Writer(s): Callie Mccullough, Ryan Sorestad, Scotty Kipfer
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