Big Cheeseburgers & Good French Fries Songtext
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Big Cheeseburgers & Good French Fries Songtext
I got an angel of woman with big brown eyes
Got friends in the country, old neckties
I love big cheeseburgers and good French fries
Could go fishing but the fish draw flies
Could go swimming if it ain′t too deep
I'd rather just sit here and rest my feet
I know I ain′t lazy 'cause I don't like to sleep
Might just be lazy to you
I wanna live in the city, have a telephone
I wanna live in the country, throw my dog a bone
Ride on space ship, wanna get lost
Mama still tell me about the Pentecost
Ride a bicycle but my ass gets sore
Sell the Holy Bibles door to door
Used to be stupid, but I ain′t no more
Might just be stupid to you
Well, I like to drink beer, hang out in the bars
Don′t like busses and I don't like cars
Don′t like presidents, don't like stars
Never had stitches, but I do got scars
Love to go to parties, and I love my friends
Got no books, just got bookends
Thing I′m crazy, well, that depends
It don't seem that crazy to me
Well, the story′s old as since 74
There's always doing, here's some more
Friend come over from the liquor store
Joe, he dance ′til his feet get sore
I love my woman and my woman loves me
Don′t go skiing 'cause I can′t ski
That kinda thing, yeah, didn't bother me
So it should′t be bothering you
I got an angel of woman with big brown eyes
Got friends in the country, old neckties
I love big cheeseburgers and good French fries
Could go fishing but the fish draw flies
Could go swimming if it ain't too deep
I′d rather just sit here and cool my feet
I know I ain't lazy 'cause I don′t like to sleep
Might just be lazy to you
Might just be stupid to you
Don′t seem that crazy to me
Well, it shouldn't be a bothering you
Got friends in the country, old neckties
I love big cheeseburgers and good French fries
Could go fishing but the fish draw flies
Could go swimming if it ain′t too deep
I'd rather just sit here and rest my feet
I know I ain′t lazy 'cause I don't like to sleep
Might just be lazy to you
I wanna live in the city, have a telephone
I wanna live in the country, throw my dog a bone
Ride on space ship, wanna get lost
Mama still tell me about the Pentecost
Ride a bicycle but my ass gets sore
Sell the Holy Bibles door to door
Used to be stupid, but I ain′t no more
Might just be stupid to you
Well, I like to drink beer, hang out in the bars
Don′t like busses and I don't like cars
Don′t like presidents, don't like stars
Never had stitches, but I do got scars
Love to go to parties, and I love my friends
Got no books, just got bookends
Thing I′m crazy, well, that depends
It don't seem that crazy to me
Well, the story′s old as since 74
There's always doing, here's some more
Friend come over from the liquor store
Joe, he dance ′til his feet get sore
I love my woman and my woman loves me
Don′t go skiing 'cause I can′t ski
That kinda thing, yeah, didn't bother me
So it should′t be bothering you
I got an angel of woman with big brown eyes
Got friends in the country, old neckties
I love big cheeseburgers and good French fries
Could go fishing but the fish draw flies
Could go swimming if it ain't too deep
I′d rather just sit here and cool my feet
I know I ain't lazy 'cause I don′t like to sleep
Might just be lazy to you
Might just be stupid to you
Don′t seem that crazy to me
Well, it shouldn't be a bothering you
Writer(s): Michael David Fuller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com