You gotta four piece band and a LA tan You smile at me and you shake my hand But I got something baby that you need And you'll stab me in the back just to watch me bleed
Always tellin' me about what you got Always buggin' me about what I'm not Always comin' off like some big shot Wasting my precious time
No, no, no that ain't no friend of mine
There's a man in D.C. and he speaks for me But all he cares about is his Texas tea Well I don't know what he will say But I'll bet money that I'm gonna pay No, no, no..
I've been milked real slow so many years in a row I wonder when my bucket's gonna overflow He's giving me advice like he's my best friend But all he wants from me is a billboard grin
