Plastic donut, can of spam
There´s no kindness in this land
Better not let my good girl catch you here
She´s getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer

Coffee clothing pasted on
Clean my gravestone when I´m gone
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She´s got a whole pile of things you don´t want to hear

Hitch my horse up to the town
Got my toenails painted brown
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She´ll cut you down and put the blame on me

Just a muscle in a bag
Throw my baby, don´t let her sag
But you better not let my good girl catch you here