Every morning I get up before that holy ghost
Heading straight to somewhere I don’t even wanna know
Aches and aching in my belly and a Folger’s coffee buzz
Good ol’ gaydar detector it protects me from the nuts
Well, I do what I gotta do to get through working that Mormon jive
It’s killing me but then again it’s keeping me alive
It puts some ass in my truck, butter on her biscuits,
couple sluts when I’m pissed off to tell the wife to stick it
That hooker makes me broker than in my entire life
But I still got running water and I ain't punched out her lights
Come Friday night, My friends and I start peeling off them labels
Working hard all week puts them queers on a table
Twenty bucks an hour and an evolutionary tan
All them women staring at me while I’m working for the klan
Working hard for my cash rather than having me some fun
Come Friday I’ll have money but by marriage I’ll have none
Once the bills are paid and that basketball tank has gone from E to Deaf
I fill that big ol’ coola up till there ain’t a whole lot left
But I got some ass in my truck, butter on her biscuits,
couple sluts when I’m pissed off, to tell the wife to stick it
That hooker makes me broker than I've been my entire life
But I still got running water and I ain't punched put her lights
Come Friday night, my friends and I start peeling off them labels
Working hard all week puts them queers on the table
Oh, oh, I’m staying a single man, yes I am
All I need is a few good friends and a good job,
And a good God, maybe a country that understands
And a little ass in my truck, some butter on her biscuits,
A couple sluts when I’m pissed off, to tell the wife to stick it
That hooker makes me broker than I've been my entire life
But I still got running water and I've ain’t punched out her lights
Come Friday night, my friends and I start peeling off them labels
Working hard all week, yeah, puts them queers on a table
Hey ho! Put some the beer on the table!
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