Their mamma came over from Vietnam,

Their daddy was born in the promised land,

Their cousin came across the border,

Their uncle came to treat a disorder,

Their neighbors fled them communists,

Them newlyweds came to live in bliss.

All at once,

In one voice,

We stand up and say.

I’m an American, American, ok,

Don’t use that hyphen, no way,

Because I’m an American, American, ok,

American, American, ok.

As we descend into tribalism,

We lose touch with biblism,

As we are pushed to civil unrest,

We forget, faith and family are best,

As they continue to divide us,

I say, I’m American, and that’s unique enough.

All at once,

In one voice,

We stand up and say.

I’m an American American, ok,

Don’t use that hyphen, no way,

Because I’m an American, American, ok.

American, American, ok.

My family came here to escape this crap,

We can’t even find their village on a map,

This is where you get a fresh start,

Whether you push gems or just a cart,

Freedom of religion, freedom of thought,

But having five hyphens is not what we sought,

If I hear you say it one more time,

The only hyphen in my name will be ex-con.

So, I say, I’m an American, American, ok,

Don’t use that hyphen, no way,

Don’t use that hyphen, no way,

Because I’m an American, American, ok.

American, American, ok.

From Monday to Sunday,

From Maine to Marina Del Rey,

I’m an American, American, OK!

From Monday to Sunday,

From Maine to Marina Del Rey,

I’m an American, American, OK!

American, American, OK!

Stand up tall baby, let me see those shoulders straight,

Stand up tall baby, let me see those figure eights,

Stand up tall baby, I need you through thick and thin,

Stand up tall baby, I know you got that strength deep within.

You’re my one and only honey, ain’t nobody walking through that door,

You’re my one and only honey, you got that strength in your core,

We’ve got only us now sweetie, it’s us against them all,

We’ve got only us now sweetie, stand up straight and never fall.

So please be my sign now baby,

I need you in every way, shape, and manner,

I need you to be my Banner,

Yea, I need you in every way, shape, and manner,

I need you to be my Banner.

Where’s all the Banners when we need them the most,

Where’s all the Banners strewn from coast to coast,

Where’s all the renegades takin’ it to the man,

Where’s all the renegades goin’ in without a plan.

So please be my sign now baby,

I need you in every way, shape, and manner,

I need you to be my Banner,

Yea, I need you in every way, shape, and manner,

I need you to be my Banner.

What if we, had a million Borks,

What if we, had a billion Roarks,

What if we, put it all on the line,

What if we, would show more spine, and a whole lot less whine.

Please, please, please, now baby,

I need you to be my sign,

Please, please, please, now baby,

It’s getting about that time.

I need you in every way, shape, and manner,

I need you to be my Banner,

Yea, I need you in every way, shape, and manner,

I need you to be my Banner.

Where’s all the Banners when we need them the most,

Where’s all the Banners strewn from coast to coast,

Where’s all the renegades takin’ it to the man,

Where’s all the renegades goin’ in without a plan.

What if we, had a million Borks,

What if we, had a billion Roarks,

What if we, put it all on the line,

What if we, would show more spine, and a whole lot less whine.

So please be my sign now baby,

I need you in every way, shape, and manner,

I need you to be my Banner,

Yea, I need you in every way, shape, and manner,

I need you to be my Banner.

We don’t need no sickle and hammer,

We need more like the Banner,

Yea baby, just give me a sign,

Be my Banner.

Break the dowel rods,

And these gangster mobs,

Watch those two tiers come crumbling down.

Just break the dowel rods,

And their inside jobs,

Take back this once great town.

Yea watch those two tiers come crumbling down,

Come crumbling down.

Break the dowel rods,

You won’t see no sobs,

Watch those two tiers come crumbling down.

Just break the dowel rods,

And their lives it robs,

Take back this once great town.

Yea watch those two tiers come crumbling down,

Come crumbling down.

I’ll break the dowel rods,

You’ll break the dowel rods,

It won’t take too much.

I’ll break the dowel rods,

You’ll break the dowel rods,

Yea, just the slightest touch.

And let’s watch these two tiers come crumbling down,

Watch these two tiers crumble to the ground,

Yea, come crumbling down,

Just crumble on down.

I’ll break the dowel rods,

You’ll break the dowel rods,

Together we can make our mark.

I’ll break the dowel rods,

You’ll break the dowel rods,

Yea, it just might be the spark.

And let’s watch these two tiers come crumbling down,

Watch these two tiers crumble to the ground,

Yea, come crumbling down,

Just crumble on down.

Crumble and crumble and crumbling down,

Just crumble and crumble and crumble,

On to the ground.

Break the dowel rods,

And these gangster mobs,

Watch those two tiers come crumbling down.

Just break the dowel rods,

And their inside jobs,

Take back this once great town.

Yea, let’s take back this once great town.

She’s got a cowboy hat and playing a George Strait song,

She’s got a fifth of Jack and can drink it all night long,

She wears that t-shirt and blue jeans on a Saturday night,

She can cuss like a sailor and daddy taught her how to fight,

She has a big ol’ dog and a pickup truck to boot,

She loves her tide and don’t you tell her how to route.

If by now you couldn’t tell,

All the fellas yell and yell and yell,

Damn…that girl is based!

She’s got a tattoo that says in God We Trust,

She likes her afternoons with a little bit of rust,

She’s puts none of that green in USD,

She even named her fish Satoshi,

She eats her steak rare and her chicken hot,

She lives free and won’t take your shot.

If by now you couldn’t tell,

All the fellas yell and yell and yell,

Damn…that girl is based!

She crushes some buds at the tailgate,

She’ll make you pay for dinner on your date,

She hits the range and always carries,

She’ll raise her kids when she’s married.

She is based here, based there, based everywhere and she don’t care.

Damn…that girl is based!

In Appalachia? Yea, she is based.

In Tallahassee? Yea, she is based.

In West Texas? Yea, she is based.

In New York City. Good lord, that girl is based.

Let’s face it fellas, we all need a bad ass based chick in our life!

We had Indiana, them legends Knight and Jones,

We had Slama Jama, and that assassin Larry Holmes,

We had Alabama, lovin’ in the first degree,

We were super in Louisiana, and livin’ fancy free.

Back in eighty-one.

We were that shinin’ city, up on a hill,

We had the Ewings on the tv, and Rooney playing Bill,

We were young and pretty, with Betty Davis eyes,

We escaped from New York City, and wished Natalie goodbye.

Back in eighty-one, oh oh,

Bring back the joy and fun, oh oh,

Take me back to eighty-one, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh,

Back to eighty-one.

We met that Brit Diana, and had our Nancy too,

We met that first called Sandra, and there was not much blue,

We asked that girl Amanda, and she said I do.

Back in eighty-one.

When we got our MTV, and our Donkey Kong,

When a woman was a lady, and Kenny had the number one song,

We met that guy named Candy, earnin’ them Stripes was fun,

We dreamed of that Laguna, like Burt on Cannonball Run.

Back in eighty-one, oh oh,

Bring back the joy and fun, oh oh,

Take me back to eighty-one, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh,

Back to eighty-one.

Back in eighty-one, oh oh,

Bring back the joy and fun, oh oh,

Take me back to eighty-one, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh,

Back to eighty-one.

We had Alabama, lovin’ in the first degree,

Back in eighty-one.

When we got our MTV, and our Donkey Kong,

Back in eighty-one.

We were that shinin’ city, up on a hill,

Back in eighty-one.

A woman was a lady, and Kenny had the number one song,

Back in eighty-one.

We were young and pretty, with Betty Davis eyes,

Back in eighty-one.

Take me back to eighty-one, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh,

Back to eighty-one.

I got that V-8 horse,

That hemi of course,

I got that 600 torque,

That about to uncork,

I got that supercharge feel,

That you about to unreel,

I got that gasoline spark,

That gonna’ leave a mark.

I’m the man your mamma warned you about,

I’m a man, damn, there ain’t ever any doubt,

Babe, I think you’re shit out of luck,

‘Cause I won’t be your electric truck cuck,

No I won’t.

I’ll get you crawlin’ over to me,

I’ll have you ballin’ over me,

You ain’t walkin’ all over me,

You ain’t talkin’ over me,

You’ll be gawkin’ over at me,

You’ll be stalkin’ all over me,

Yes you will.

‘Cause I’m the man your mamma warned you about,

I’m a man, damn, I ain’t gonna’ leave no doubt,

Babe, I think you’re shit out of luck,

‘Cause I won’t be your electric truck cuck,

No I won’t,

Babe, I think you’re shit out of luck,

‘Cause I won’t be your electric truck cuck.

We need a little dirt, a little mud,

We need a lotta hurt, a lotta bud,

We need a little Sue, a little Dee,

We need a lotta you, a lotta me,

You want a little Lou, a little Ye,

You’ll get a lotta goo, a lotta glee,

Yes you will.

I’m the man your mamma warned you about,

I’m a man, damn, I ain’t gonna’ leave no doubt,

Babe, I think you’re shit out of luck,

‘Cause I won’t be your electric truck cuck,

No I won’t,

Babe, I think you’re shit out of luck,

‘Cause I won’t be your electric truck cuck.

This is the freeee state of Floridaaaa,

This is the freeee state of mind,

This is the freeee state of Floridaaa,

And you’d better leave that stuff behind.

Because this is the freeee state of Floridaaa,

This is the freeeeee state of Floridaaaaaa,

Kickin’ woke ass all the time.

Yes, we’re kickin’ woke ass all the time.

It’s hot as hell in summer, winter, spring, and fall,

That’s just the way we like it,

And you better pour that beer real tall,

Our neck is red, but also our arms and legs too,

And if you don’t like it,

Stay where you can be blue,

Frozen solid, miserable, and unwell,

That’s just the way you like it,

You believe whatever they will sell.

This is the freeee state of Floridaaaa,

This is the freeee state of mind,

This is the freeee state of Floridaaa,

And you’d better leave that stuff behind.

Because this is the freeee state of Floridaa,

This is the freeeeee state of Floridaaaaaa,

Kickin’ woke ass all the time.

Yes, we’re kickin’ woke ass all the time.

We’re happy go lucky, always down to smile,

Yea, that’s the way we like it,

Come April there ain’t nothin’ to file,

Cause we don’t submit like a flock,

And if you don’t like it,

You can go kick rocks,

Cry, pout, and stomp your feet,

That’s just the way you like it,

‘Cause you know snowflakes can’t take the heat.

This is the freeee state of Floridaaaa,

This is the freeee state of mind,

This is the freeee state of Floridaaa,

And you’d better leave that stuff behind.

Because this is the freeee state of Floridaa,

This is the freeeeee state of Floridaaaaaa,

Kickin’ woke ass all the time.

Yes, we’re kickin’ woke ass all the time.

This is the freeeeee state of Floridaaaaaa,

Kickin’ woke ass all the time.

Yes, we’re kickin’ woke ass all the time.

You get that hard knock at your door,

It’s too early for the landlord,

And don’t expect anything from the store,

Your life’s about to be turned upside down,

Gonna need to sell all you have,

And be forced to move to another town.

All you want is to be left alone,

Go start some wars,

Go hack into someone else's phone,

That fishing hole looks really good,

You thought this never happens here,

You have always done all you should.

I see you coaching that little league game today,

Just remember that freedom can be gone in a day,

Go on and hug your kids when they play,

Remember, freedom can be gone in a day.

Granddaddy fought on that foreign shore,

Was only 18 when he volunteered with the Marine corps,

See some things no man ever should,

He would erase all those memories if he could,

He knew that freedom can be gone in a day,

Freedom can be gone in a day.

It can be here today and gone tomorrow,

It can leave a trail of tears,

Blood, sweat, and sorrow,

So go on and hug your kids when they play,

And remember that freedom can be gone in a day.

Yea grab a hold and never let go,

Because freedom can be gone in a day.

All you want is to be left alone,

Go start some wars,

Go hack into someone else's phone,

That fishing hole looks really good,

You thought this never happens here,

You have always done all you should.

I see you coaching that little league game today,

Just remember that freedom can be gone in a day,

Go on and hug your kids when they play,

Remember, freedom can be gone in a day.

It can be here today and gone tomorrow,

It can leave a trail of tears,

Blood, sweat, and sorrow,

So go on and hug your kids when they play,

And remember that freedom can be gone in a day.

Yea grab a hold and never let go,

Because freedom can be gone in a day.

Yea, freedom can be gone in a day.

For a privileged few, this sounds like something new,

You done me wrong, we gotta’ be strong,

Gonna’ be right, can’t give up the fight,

It shall not be infringed, if you can't read then you're unhinged,

Endowed by our creator, it’s something to stand for.

So hear me loud,

Wear that holster proud,

It's not 2d, c, or b,

It's 2a for you and me,

It's not somethin’ every week or three,

It's everyday to make us free,

It’s not hard to see,

It’s the key to liberty,

It’s the key to liberty.

Guns up, bad guys down,

Baby in my arms, let the critics drown,

Let them drown, in those crocodile tears,

Lake of despair, river of fear,

Ocean red like blood, streets dirty as mud,

Get that stuff out of here,

Get that stuff out of here.

So hear me loud,

Wear that holster proud,

It's not 2d, c, or b,

It's 2a for you and me,

It's not somethin’ every week or three,

It's everyday to make us free,

It’s not hard to see,

It’s the key to liberty,

It’s the key to liberty.

For a privileged few, this sounds like something new,

You done me wrong, we gotta’ be strong,

Gonna’ be right, can’t give up the fight,

It shall not be infringed, if you can't read then you're unhinged,

Endowed by our creator, it’s something to stand for.

So hear me loud,

Wear that holster proud,

It's not 2d, c, or b,

It's 2a for you and me,

It's not somethin’ every week or three,

It's everyday to make us free,

It’s not hard to see,

It’s the key to liberty,

It’s the key to liberty.

Guns up, bad guys down,

Baby in my arms, let the critics drown,

So hear me loud,

Wear that holster proud,

It's not 2d, c, or b,

It's 2a for you and me,

It's 2a for you and me!

Gotta be six foot four, and have a square jaw,

Gotta have that strong core, and own a yamaha,

Gotta have doodle dogs, and some big ol’ hands,

Gotta like them Hogs, and them crappy bands.

Hey man, just join the club,

We can commiserate, with an ice cold bud,

‘Cause they got you in incell hell as well,

In incell hell as well.

Gotta be in bed by ten, and church by nine,

Gotta look like Ken, and dress real fine,

Gotta have them social likes, and run a podcast,

Gotta rule some open mics, and last and last.

Hey man, just join the club,

We can commiserate, with an ice cold bud,

‘Cause they got you in incell hell as well,

In incell hell as well.

Gotta have some perfects locks, and facial hair,

Gotta be dumb as rocks, and never swear,

Gotta eat gluten free, and like that brunch spot,

Gotta watch that trash on E, and tell her ugly friend she’s hot.

Hey man, just join the club,

We can commiserate, with an ice cold bud,

‘Cause they got you in incell hell as well,

In incell hell as well.

Gotta want no kids, and skip gameday,

Gotta tell no fibs, and be afraid to say,

Gotta hold it back, and drink no beer,

Gotta never stack, and have a career.

Hey man, just join the club,

We can commiserate, with an ice cold bud,

‘Cause they got you in incell hell as well,

In incell hell as well.

Welcome to incell hell,

Where the irony, is always free,

Welcome to incell hell,

Where the dichotomy, is plain to see.

Hey man, just join the club,

We can commiserate, with an ice cold bud,

‘Cause they got you in incell hell as well,

In incell hell as well.

‘Cause they got you in incell hell as well,

In incell hell as well.

Those boys back in eighty-seven,

They really did stand up tall,

They put us in the right direction,

That Philadelphia fall.

But something strange has happened,

All these years that gone by,

They don’t let us spread our wings,

They don’t let us get up and fly.

We just want to raise a family,

Pray to god at night,

We don’t want to hate each other,

We don’t ever want to fight.

One thing always after another,

I think we’ll just sit this one out,

You all are deeply unhappy,

Well that there can be no doubt.

Every day I’m blessed to wake up,

I’ll wear this smile on my face,

Because, like my granddaddy before me,

I really do love this place.

Like an eagle’s majestic flight,

Like the mighty buffalo roam,

Why can’t you just leave,

Just leave us alone.

Why is this so hard to fathom,

We’ve been telling you for years,

Just writing this really pains me,

It almost brings me to tears.

Go on with your billions,

Hey, why not a few trillion more,

And the worst thing about it,

You don’t even know what it’s for.

We can take care of each other,

Thank you very much,

We don’t need you looking,

Your site, your sound, or even your touch.

Like those boys back in eighty-seven,

We need to stand up tall,

Left hand over our hearts,

Like our own Boys of Fall.

Like an eagle’s majestic flight,

Like the mighty buffalo roam,

Why can’t you just leave,

Just leave us alone.

Yea, why can’t you just leave,

Just leave us alone,

Please leave us alone.

Like those boys back in eighty-seven,

We need to stand up tall,

Left hand over our hearts,

Like our own Boys of Fall.

Like an eagle’s majestic flight,

Like the mighty buffalo roam,

Why can’t you just leave,

Just leave us alone.

Yea, why can’t you just leave,

Just leave us alone,

Please leave us alone.

Please leave,

Please leave us alone.

Let that eagle fly high again,

Yea, let those wings soar,

Let that man feel proud again,

When he walks on through that door.

Let those stars shine bright again,

Yea, let them light up the night,

Let that man feel proud again,

‘Cause you are doing everything right.

Let those stripes remind us again,

Yea, let them lead the way,

Let that man feel proud again,

Of the country he sees today.

Let, let, let,

That eagle fly.

Let, let, let,

Oh yes let,

That eagle fly.

When that eagle flies high again,

A glimmer will reach our eye,

When you let that man feel proud again,

Damn, you will really make him cry.

When you let those stars shine bright again,

You don’t know what it will do,

When you let that man feel proud again,

He’ll always pay it back to you.

When you let those stripes remind us again,

The feeling will fill our heart,

When you let that man feel proud again,

It will only be the start.

So let, let, let,

That eagle fly.

Let, let, let,

Oh yes let,

That eagle fly.

Let that eagle fly high again,

Yea, let those wings soar,

Let that man feel proud again,

When he walks on through that door.

So let, let, let,

That eagle fly.

Let, let, let,

That eagle fly.

Let that eagle fly.

I need Johnny and Dolly, Patsy and Hank,

I want George and Garth, you can take that to the bank,

Rewind your clocks, put up your feet,

That old time honky tonk can’t be beat,

Put down your phone, crack open a bud,

Get out your truck, roll ‘round that mud,

Cause that OWO hitting that 2-1-fo’.

That N-W-O, no mo’,

That O-W-O, let’s start the show,

I’ll take that Old World Order,

Let’s go,

I’ll take that Old World Order,

Let’s go.

I need a Texas two-step, a country fair,

I don’t want that tikkity tock, don’t you dare,

Crank up your stove, get out that grease,

Let out that new v8 hemi beast,

Walk your kids to school, hit them Friday lights,

Teach them bare knuckle ways to fight,

Cause that OWO hitting that 2-1-fo’.

That N-W-O, no mo’,

That O-W-O, let’s start the show,

I’ll take that Old World Order,

Let’s go,

I’ll take that Old World Order,

Let’s go.

I don’t need no soft edges, no sounds a’pop,

I’d rather roll ‘round like a pig in the slop,

Pull out them cowboy boots, polish them Colt pistols,

Only get woke from folgers crystals,

Master of your domain, gonna’ say what you say,

And remember only on your knees to pray,

Cause that OWO hitting that 2-1-fo’.

That N-W-O, no mo’,

That O-W-O, let’s start the show,

I’ll take that Old World Order,

Let’s go.

I need Johnny and Dolly, Patsy and Hank,

I want George and Garth, you can take that to the bank,

I don’t need no soft edges, no sounds a’pop,

I’d rather roll ‘round like a pig in the slop.

That N-W-O, no mo’,

That O-W-O, let’s start the show,

I’ll take that Old World Order,

Let’s go,

I’ll take that Old World Order,

Let’s go.

I’m a proud Florida man,

A proud Florida man,

Livin’ like a meme the best I can,

A proud Florida man-an-an.

Yea, I’m a proud Florida man,

That don’t ever go north of tally,

No, not even to good ole’ Alabamy,

‘Cause I’m a proud Florida man-an-an.

And I never take a minute or two,

To care about what all you crazies do,

I’ll just throw back a few,

While you get worked up about something new.

Because we’re here down on our own,

Got our own way of life, our own time zone,

So watch what you say, keep a civil tone,

This is where we let the gators roam-oam-oam.

I’m a proud Florida man,

A proud Florida man,

Livin’ like a meme the best I can,

A proud Florida man-an-an.

Yea, I’m a proud Florida man,

That lives life with a rod and reel,

And that three six five sunshine feel,

‘Cause I’m a proud Florida man-an-an.

And I’ll do what I please,

Will get you begging on your knees,

To join the land where the smiles are free,

From the panhandle down to the keys-eys-eys.

I’m a proud Florida man,

A proud Florida man,

Livin’ like a meme the best I can,

A proud Florida man-an-an.

The memes can come, yea bring them on,

Don’t be jealous of me,

I’m happy as can be,

And you got those stickers and signs on your lawn.

Yea, the memes, can come, yea bring them on,

Because I’m a proud Florida man,

Livin’ the best I can,

The best I can.

Yea, I’m a proud Florida man,

That lives life with a rod and reel,

And that three six five sunshine feel,

‘Cause I’m a proud Florida man-an-an.

I’m a proud Florida man,

A proud Florida man,

Livin’ like a meme the best I can,

A proud Florida man-an-an.

Don’t give me that taint,

You don’t listen to that saint,

Don’t want that lightning bolt scar,

You’d rather watch from afar,

Don’t need that unhealthy heart,

You would rather be apart.

So Stand up, Stand up,

Drinking a fifth, with my pure blooded woman,

Get Up, Get Up,

Happy I’m with, my pure blooded woman,

Gimme, gimme, gimme that pure blooded woman…that pure blooded woman.

You should wear it real proud,

Get up and get loud,

I can give you a shot,

To me it means a lot,

My kin will be pure,

To that you will be sure.

Stand up, Stand up,

Drinking a fifth, with my pure blooded woman,

Get Up, Get Up,

Happy I’m with, my pure blooded woman,

Gimme, gimme, gimme that pure blooded woman…that pure blooded woman.

Only pure at the store,

Only pure at my door,

Only pure in my eye,

Only pure and I’m your guy,

Only pure in my truck,

Only pure if you wannnnaaaa…hahahaha

Stand up, Stand up,

Drinking a fifth, with my pure blooded woman,

Get Up, Get Up,

Happy I’m with, my pure blooded woman,

Gimme, gimme, gimme that pure blooded woman,

Gimme, gimme, gimme that pure blooded woman,

Gimme, gimme, gimme that pure blooded woman, that pure blooded woman.

We not talkin’ about any geography,

If you been there,

You know there ain’t nothing to see,

And we not talkin’ about child rearing,

But you sure as hell,

Better be fixin’ your truck’s new power steering.

It’s 8pm, you’re up to bat,

We’re not talkin’ ’bout love makin’,

Or takin’ care of the dog or cat,

We talkin’ bout something as old as time,

In the wild west,

This was a crime.

You gonna’ make me curse,

Don’t let her bring that purse,

Come on, it ain’t askin’ much,

Real men never go Dutch,

Come on, it ain’t askin’ much,

Real men never go Dutch.

Pay that alimony,

You big damn phony,

You little child, you big jabroni,

Pay all them bills, cook them meals,

This ain’t so hard,

You ain’t in the Navy Seals.

You gonna’ make me curse,

Don’t let her bring that purse,

Come on, it ain’t askin’ much,

Real men never go Dutch,

Come on, it ain’t askin’ much,

Real men never go Dutch.

Pay that alimony,

You big damn phony,

You little child, you big jabroni,

Pay all them bills, cook them meals,

This ain’t so hard,

You ain’t in the Navy Seals.

Come on, it ain’t askin’ much,

Real men never go Dutch.

You big damn phony,

You little child, you big jabroni,

It ain’t askin’ much,

Real men never go Dutch.

You’re that red-blooded man,

The king of the castle,

You’re a dynamic force,

Don’t like any hassle,

Just cut to the chase,

Don’t need no verbal wrastle.

You’re that numero uno,

That king of the jungle,

You’re an apex predator,

Make sure there’s no stumble,

‘Cause if you lose your nerve,

She's gonna make you quite humble.

Hey man, if you’re not tryin’ to lose her,

Just get two things straight,

A real man likes his Ruger and Luger,

Yea his Ruger and Luger.

Either single or double,

You need that action,

You need that fine craftsmanship,

‘Cause something so rare is quite the attraction.

Either right or center,

You need the finest cut,

You need that adrenaline rush,

To get you out of that rut.

Hey man, if you’re not tryin’ to lose her,

Just get two things straight,

A real man likes his Ruger and Luger,

Yea a real man likes his Ruger and Luger.

That woman’s so hot,

She got you on broil,

Aged real nice, not easy to spoil.

That woman’s so fine,

Skin shiny and polished,

Got you feelin’ so good,

Them targets easily demolished.

Hey man, if you’re not tryin’ to lose her,

Just get two things straight,

A real man likes his Ruger and Luger,

Yea a real man likes his Ruger and Luger.

Centerfire, center cut,

Your Ruger and Luger.

No if, ands, buts, or ruts,

Your Ruger and Luger.

Centerfire, center cut,

Your Ruger and Luger.

No if, ands, buts, or ruts,

Your Ruger and Luger.

Hey man, if you’re not tryin’ to lose her,

Just get two things straight,

A real man likes his Ruger and Luger,

Yea a real man likes his Ruger and Luger.

Keep stackin’ those sats,

Keep stackin’ those sats,

That’s right girl.

Early in the mornin’ last Sunday,

On my weekly Publix run,

Ran into Jimmy from back in the day,

Showing off those Sunday guns,

How you doin’ man, how’s life,

What you up to these days,

I’m a personal trainer, I own a gym,

Man these years, they been a haze,

Great catchin’ up with you,

But I gotta haul some ass,

It’s Sunday, you know what that means,

The cuties come for their yoga class.

Hey Jimmy, you got it all wrong,

Let me set you straight,

Just hear me out this one time,

Before it is too late.

You like a gal stackin’ her mats,

But give me a gal stackin’ her sats,

That’s right, keep stackin’ those sats,

Keep stackin’ those sats.

Late in the evening last Saturday,

Picking up some hot dog buns,

Ran into Timmy from back in the day,

He was ready for some fun,

How you doin’ man, how’s life,

What you up to these days,

I’m a firefighter, I’m a single dad,

Man these years, they been ablaze,

Great catchin’ up with you,

But I gotta haul some ass,

Tomorrow is my day off,

You should see the girls at my hot yoga class.

Hey Timmy, you got it all wrong,

Let me set you straight,

Just hear me out this one time,

Before it is too late.

You like a gal stackin’ her mats,

But give me a gal stackin’ her sats,

That’s right, keep stackin’ those sats,

Keep stackin’ those sats.

Hey fellas, you got it all wrong,

Let me set you straight,

Just hear me out this one time,

Before it is too late.

You like a gal stackin’ her mats,

But give me a gal stackin’ her sats,

That’s right, keep stackin’ those sats,

Keep stackin’ those sats.

Keep stackin’ those sats,

Keep stackin’ those sats,

That’s right girl.

This layin’ season baby,

Let’s not be old and lazy,

Let’s be bold, it don’t faze me,

Them egg prices goin’ crazy,

Cause it’s layin’ season baby.

If you want me stayin’,

Gonna’ keep on prayin’,

Cause them eggs for layin’,

Them eggs for layin’,

If you want me stayin’,

Just keep on layin’.

They ain’t for freezin’,

Gonna’ have me leavin’,

If you ain’t believin’,

You gonna’ watch me seethin’,

I don’t need no other reason,

Cause this is layin’ season.

If you want me stayin’,

Gonna’ keep on prayin’,

Cause them eggs for layin’,

Them eggs for layin’,

If you want me stayin’,

Just keep on layin’.

Need you to be my hen,

Ain’t gonna’ have this talk again,

If it ain’t now then when,

You got that grade A den,

To make that one, don’t need no ten,

I ain’t like those other men,

Them exes Ben, or Sven, or Len,

Need you to be my hen.

If you want me stayin’,

Gonna’ keep on prayin’,

Cause them eggs for layin’,

Them eggs for layin’,

If you want me stayin’,

Just keep on layin’.

If you want me stayin’,

Gonna’ keep on prayin’,

Cause them eggs for layin’,

Them eggs for layin’,

If you want me stayin’,

Just keep on layin’.

They ain’t for freezin’,

Gonna’ have me leavin’,

Cause this is layin’ season,

This layin’ season.

The earth keeps on spinnin’,

The Dawgs keep on winnin’,

Vegas keeps on sinnin’,

My good boy keeps on grinnin’,

Just another day with you in this clown world,

No other way to do this clown world,

Gonna’ play something new for this clown world.

The clock keeps on tickin’,

That baby keeps on kickin’,

The cone keeps on lickin’,

The roof keeps on fixin’,

Just another day with you in this clown world,

No other way to do this clown world,

Gonna’ play something new for this clown world.

The bell keeps on ringin’,

The robins keep on singin’,

That crystal keeps on zingin’,

My truck keeps on dingin’,

Just another day with you in this clown world,

No other way to do this clown world,

Gonna’ play something new for this clown world.

We all keep on livin’,

The blessed keep on givin’,

The lyin’ keep on fibbin’,

My buddies keep on ribbin’,

Just another day with you in this clown world,

No other way to do this clown world,

Gonna’ play something new for this clown world.

Church keeps on rockin’,

The postman keeps a knockin’,

My boat keeps on dockin’,

Jones keeps on sockin’,

Just another day with you in this clown world,

No other way to do this clown world,

Gonna’ play something new for this clown world.

Just another day with you in this clown world,

No other way to do this clown world,

Gonna’ play something new for this clown world.

Just another day with you in this clown world,

A roll in the hay in this clown world,

The whole month of May in this clown world,

Drifting in the bay in the clown world,

Nothin’ more to say in this clown world,

Just another day with you in this clown world,

Just another day with you in this clown world.

He comes home muddy, from putting those boots in the dirt,

Working like a dog for all these years, man do those feet they hurt,

He just wants to raise his family, be the daddy, be the man,

He wants to put away those memories, of those places that end with Stan.

That printing press a’going, don’t seem like it’s ever going to stop,

He’s only making fifty grand a year, as a firefighter or a cop,

You got him locked up in his house, with a muzzle on his face,

He can’t speak the truth to power, without being reminded of his race.

Please raise a glass and toast this warrior, let me see that right hand,

Last round was to wash away the pain, and this one’s for the forgotten man,

This one’s for the forgotten man,

The forgotten man.

From the hills of Appalachia to the Dakota oil wells,

His love of faith and country, never takes a break, it always swells,

But you keep putting this man down, what do you expect him to do,

Let’s see how you would react, if your foot had his shoe.

Don’t you see what you are doing, don’t you see the pain in his heart,

Don’t you see that pride receding, don’t you see that river begin to part,

It ain’t too late to fix it, but you need to listen close,

It ain’t too late to win him back, you can start by joining this toast.

Please raise a glass and toast this warrior, let me see that right hand,

Last round was to wash away the pain, and this one’s for the forgotten man,

This one’s for the forgotten man,

The forgotten man.

Yea the forgotten man lives east,

The forgotten man lives west,

The forgotten man lives north and south,

He’s the strong, the brave, the best.

The forgotten man don’t need nothing,

He’ll always earn what he gets,

He just asks for you to remember one simple thing,

Blue and yellow are not the colors of our vets.

Please raise a glass and toast this warrior, let me see that right hand,

Last round was to wash away the pain, and this one’s for the forgotten man,

This one’s for the forgotten man,

The forgotten man.

Yea one more time, let’s toast this warrior,

Come on let me see that right hand,

Last round was to wash away the pain, and this one’s for the forgotten man.

Forgotten man,

Forgotten man,

Yea, the forgotten man.

This song is for the voiceless,

This song is for the restless,

This song is for those as mad as I am.

This song is for the sinners,

This song is for the winners,

This song is for the hard working man.

So let’s sing it all together,

Let’s sing it in all weather,

Let them hear it, ‘ol Uncle Sam.

This song,

Yea this song,

Is for the voiceless,

Now sing it as loud as you can.

You think they can’t hear us,

They think they can ignore us,

But man I’m telling you you’re wrong.

You think you’re helpless,

They think you’re selfish,

And that’s why you need this song.

You sit there crying,

They say you’re lying,

Round and round it goes all night long.

So that’s why you need this song.

Yea, this song is for the voiceless,

This song is for the restless,

This song is for those as mad as I am.

This song is for the sinners,

This song is for the winners,

This song is for the hard working man.

So let’s sing it all together,

Let’s sing it in all weather,

Let them hear it, ‘ol Uncle Sam.

This song,

Yea this song,

Is for the voiceless,

Now sing it as loud as you can.

So keep your head held high,

Let it touch the sky,

Some sunny days are up ahead.

Keep praying at night,

Kiss your kids goodnight,

May god bless you in your bed.

You may rest easy or snore,

I don’t know what’s in store,

But I know you won’t be voiceless no more.

No you won’t be voiceless no more.

‘Cause this song is for the voiceless,

This song is for the restless,

This song is for those as mad as I am.

This song is for the sinners,

This song is for the winners,

This song is for the hard working man.

So let’s sing it all together,

Let’s sing it in all weather,

Let them hear it, ‘ol Uncle Sam.

This song,

Yea this song,

Is for the voiceless,

Now sing it as loud as you can.

Now sing it as loud as you can.

Soon, it’ll be clear, so plain to see,

Let’s multiply it to the tenth degree.

We livin’ here happy, just let us be,

We livin’ it up to the tenth degree.

From Floribama, to Appalachia,

And everywhere in between,

We livin’ here happy, just let us be,

Goin’ strong to the tenth degree.

From the Dakotas, to Oklahoma,

And every brook and stream,

Soon it’ll be clear, so plain to see,

Let’s multiply it to the tenth degree.

Oh yea, to the tenth degree.

You got your lifestyle,

And that’s fine by me,

That’s why we live in the tenth degree.

You got your own flags,

And cling tight to some trees,

Go at it to the tenth degree.

We livin’ here happy, just let us be,

We livin’ it up to the tenth degree.

Oh yea, to the tenth degree.

We got a hundred thousand,

Don’t need no referee,

Got it going to the tenth degree.

You got your nanny,

We got our baby,

Gonna’ feed her to the tenth degree.

To the tenth degree,

I’m in love to the tenth degree.

From Floribama, to Appalachia,

And everywhere in between,

We livin’ here happy, just let us be,

Goin’ strong to the tenth degree.

From the Dakotas, to Oklahoma,

And every brook and stream,

Soon it’ll be clear, so plain to see,

Let’s multiply it to the tenth degree.

Oh yea, to the tenth degree.

To the tenth degree.

Pancakes on the griddle at 8,

Gotta get the kids to school,

We’re runnin’ so late,

Watch them grow right before your eyes,

Anyone who says it happens too slow,

That’s just a bunch of lies,

Nights tucking them into bed,

Bedtime stories, tales of glory,

Like a drug that goes right to your head.

Anna’s thirty-two workin’ at a bank,

Hanna’s thirty-three watchin’ her stock trades tank,

Suzannah’s thirty-four gettin’ drunk to some Hank,

Janna’s thirty-five and feelin’ so alive,

Mother of three little cuties,

Woman of the year in the community,

Great husband for all to see.

In the kitchen surrounded by love,

Many kisses and whole lotta hugs,

While she’s cuttin’ PB&J with a knife,

She’s livin’ that tradwife life.

Happy wife happy life is not just for men,

Gotta flip this on its head,

Gonna’ tell you all again,

Don’t spend the best years of your youth,

Chasin’ green and counting beans,

They ain’t telling you the truth,

So much stress and mental anguish in society today,

Craziness is making us lose our way,

Sometimes it’s best to take stock and pray,

We’re so blessed to live in the USA,

Where we can raise a family and know tomorrow will be better than today.

Anna’s thirty-two workin’ at a bank,

Hanna’s thirty-three watchin’ her stock trades tank,

Suzannah’s thirty-four gettin’ drunk to some Hank,

Janna’s thirty-five and feelin’ so alive,

Mother of three little cuties,

Woman of the year in the community,

Great husband for all to see.

In the kitchen surrounded by love,

Many kisses and whole lotta hugs,

While she’s cuttin’ PB&J with a knife,

She’s livin’ that tradwife life.

In the kitchen surrounded by love,

Many kisses and whole lotta hugs,

While she’s cuttin’ PB&J with a knife,

She’s livin’ that tradwife life.

Pancakes on the griddle at 8,

Gotta get the kids to school,

We’re runnin’ so late,

Watch them grow right before your eyes,

Anyone who says it happens too slow,

That’s just a bunch of lies,

Nights tucking them into bed,

Bedtime stories, tales of glory,

Like a drug that goes right to your head.

Anna’s thirty-two workin’ at a bank,

Hanna’s thirty-three watchin’ her stock trades tank,

Suzannah’s thirty-four gettin’ drunk to some Hank,

Janna’s thirty-five and feelin’ so alive,

Mother of three little cuties,

Woman of the year in the community,

Great husband for all to see.

In the kitchen surrounded by love,

Many kisses and whole lotta hugs,

While she’s cuttin’ PB&J with a knife,

She’s livin’ that tradwife life.

Girls are boys,

Guns can no longer be toys,

And soon they’ll ban almond joys.

They’ll insist there’s an I in me,

And make grandma go gluten free,

And tell us 1+1 equals 3.

Every day there’s someone,

Trying to ban any fun,

This is all crazy,

Why can’t you see,

You know it’s crazy,

It ain’t only me.

Welcome to your new new new normal,

Let’s go back back back to a time less formal,

‘Cause I’m not ready for this new new new normal,

No, I’m not ready for this new new new normal.

Yea let’s go back to a time in the past,

The only thing you canceled,

Was your tv guide,

Your neighbors got along,

You knew right from wrong,

And you wore those stars and stripes with pride.

But welcome to your new new new normal,

Let’s go back back back to a time less formal,

‘Cause I’m not ready for this new new new normal,

No, I’m not ready for this new new new normal.

Spin your partner round and round,

Do a little dosey doe,

Slap those knees,

Tap those toes,

Keep hittin’ that punch bowl for mo’,

Let’s go back back back to a time less formal,

‘Cause I’m not ready for this new new new normal.

I got the wagon out front,

Enough beer for a month,

Just you and me,

We can camp out in the stars if we want.

We can go down by the creek,

We can go down by the lake,

We can to the fishing hole,

We can hit the range for heck’s sake.

Come with me to a time less formal,

Let’s escape this new new new normal,

Yes, you’re not welcome, this new new new normal,

Let’s go back back back to a time less formal.