Everyone seems to be servin' for satan
Guess I will too
What a joke, you make me laugh
'Till I turn blue

Any tale goes out to there
What a manly lookin' crew
I don't think I'll tease my hair
I'd rather sit here teasing you

Cast your eyes, my snakes down on the floor
Out you go and [bad word] one and hundred more

I seem to lost my cowboy boots
With green [bad word] #39; down the side
My soul machine has made me green
'Cause my jeans didnt turn out tight

And all [bad word] I turn for you
Ya keep my livin' alive
Your smile overweighs the miles
And your kiss makes it worth the ride

Cast your eyes, my snakes down on the floor
Out you go and [bad word] one and hundred more