She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen
Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamor magazine
I've never seen a girl like that in this country town
The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me
I went crazy, we danced the hoochie-coochie
The tide was rollin' in, I was drownin' in a sea of romance
Then she popped the question in the back seat of my car
"If I let you love me would you let me call you, George"
I said, "Baby, baby, baby
(Baby, baby, baby)
Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones
I'll be your Georgie-Porgie, all night long"
How was I to know what I was in for
I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George
By, by, by, by George
We bought a blue refrigerator, satellite and DVDs
A cozy little couch and Motorola TV
She loved to watch those pretty boys with California style
Like a jealous Mickey Rooney, George Clooney drove her wild
And I went crazy
Well, she started growin' distant, I felt her discontent
I couldn't make her happy with what I bought or spent
Her heart grew as cold as the air in the Norge
On which she left a note that read, "Bye George"
And I said, "Baby, baby, baby", yeah
(Baby, baby, baby)
She called me George Jetson, she called me George Jones
I was her Georgie-Porgie, now she's gone
How was I to know what I was in for
I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George
By, by, by, by, by
By, by, by, by, George

We got the roll of the beat of the drums
And the base comes blasting on
And the light that blinds your eyes
And the guitar soundin nice
And the girls that are front row
Well, their hollowing for some more
As the piano plays, we sing along
With the nothing coming away
We’re gonna have a good old paaaarteey
The chord is gonna happen here
So let your self feel right at home
We only want you to have some fun
Put on that old country music
And the songs we used to sing
And the ladies in the corner
Oh, it looks like they’ve got a plan
Oh, we’re gonna paaaarteey
Yeah
You got the road, the beat and the drum
Get the base right where it belongs
There were drinks on the house, fightin and cheatin
And bottles lying around
We’ve been loving, laughing and kissing
There ain’t a God damn thing you’d miss in
So welcome everybody
We’re gonna make a hell of a story
We’re gonna have a good old paaaarteey
The show is gonna happen here
So let your self feel right at home
We only want you to have some fun
Put on that old country music
And the songs we used to sing
And the ladies in the corner
Oh, it looks like they’ve got a plan
And it seems to me we can use a break
Let out the steam for the night
So don’t go thinking about tomorrow
It will only bring you down
Yeah, we’re gonna paaaarteey
So when we close down, head on home
We gonna laugh about the things we’ve done
And when you come back to your senses
You wanna head on back to where the party
Has just begun
Put on that old country music
And the songs we used to sing
And the ladies in the corner
Oh, it looks like they’ve got a plan
And it seems to me we can use a break
Let out the steam for the night
So don’t go thinking about tomorrow
It’ll only bring you down
Yeah, we’re gonna paaaarteey

Casey Jones he was a mighty man
But now he's resting in the promised land
The kind of music he could understand
Was an eight wheel driver under his command
[Refrain:]
He made the freight train boogie
All the time
He made the freight train boogie
As he rolled down the line
When the fireman started ringing the bell
Everybody hung around to tell
Casey Jones was a coming to town, on a six
Eight wheeler that was flat on the ground

I need some cunt cunt... cunt... cunt... country music
Give me some cunt cunt... cunt. cunt... country rhymes
I need those wide open spaces
The valleys and the places
They sing good old country music every time
It's been five lonely years since I left you
It's been five lonely years since I roamed
But I'm dustin' off my strides
Come high noon I'm gonna ride
Back towards my good old country home
I need some cunt cunt... cunt... cunt... country music
Give me some cunt cunt... cunt. cunt... country rhymes
I need those wide open spaces
The valleys and the places
They sing good old country music every time
It was cool in the clubs
But the techno and the drugs
Were far too much for a country lad to take
I can groove with the best
But I think I need a rest
From the boys and the noise
Cause my heart aches
I need some cunt cunt... cunt... cunt... country music
Give me some cunt cunt... cunt. cunt... country rhymes
I need those wide open spaces
The valleys and the places
They sing good old country music every time
It was fun for a while in the city
But it's so sad eating out on your own
You're the only one who wants me
So I've saddled up the donkey
For the journey to my good old country home
Yeehaaaaaa!
Yeehaaaaaa!
Ooohhhhh
Good old country music everytime
Middle 8!
It was cool in the clubs
But the techno and the drugs
Were far too much for a c**t like me to take
I can groove with the best
But I think I need a rest
From the boys and the noise
Cause my heart aches
For that cunt cunt... cunt... country music
Give me some cunt... cunt... cunt... cunt... cunt... country rhymes
I need those wide open spaces
The valleys and the places
They sing good old country music every time
I need some cunt... cunt... country music
Give me some good old fashion cunt... country rhymes
I need those wide open spaces
The valleys and the places