REDNECK YACHT CLUB
Written By Steve Williams & Thom Shepherd

I'm meeting my buddies out on the lake 
we're headin out to a special place we love 
that just a few folks know

There's no signing up, no monthly dues 
take your Johnson, your Mercury or your [bad word] and fire it up
and meet us out at party cove  [bad word] on in' the waters fine
just idle on over and toss us a line 
 [bad word] Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge [bad word] together like a floating trailer park 
anchored out and gettin loud all summer long 
side by side there's five houseboat front porches
astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches
regular joes rocking the boat that's us 
the redneck yacht club 

Bermuda's' flip-flops and a tank top tan 
popped his first top at ten a.m., thats bob 
he's our president 

We're checking out the girls on the upper deck [bad word]  in 15 spf, its hot 
everybody's jumpin' in 

Later on when the sun goes down 
we'll pull out the jar and the old guitar 
and pass'em around 
 [bad word] 
BRIDGE
When the party's over and we're all alone
well be making waves in a no wake zone
 [bad word]