Trailer Park Pulp Fiction - Colt Ford, Ira Dean

Low cut jeans, camel toe seams

Baby didn’t pass on the extra baked beans

I lust you, you lust me

It’s redneck chemistry

Got checks to bounce, got an ax to grind

Got me on the bike, got you behind

Buy your mom a bob and your dad some tissues

We got ideas and we got issues

Whoa oho

Life’s a real short party

So let’s turn it up, I’m gonna turn it up, I’m gonna burn, let’s go

Whoa oho

Let’s get some drama started

Turn on the heat, turn up the friction

Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction

Write a little trailer park pulp fiction

Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction

Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde

Romeo and Juliet better run and hide

You got the look and you got the touch

Got moves so hot make a prison guard blush

Got no rules got no compunction

A product of good down home dysfunction

Straight off the farm, children of the corn

Get totaled, here comes the storm

Whoa oho

Life’s a real short party

So let’s turn it up, I’m gonna turn it up, I’m gonna burn, let’s go

Whoa oho

Let’s get some drama started

Turn on the heat, turn up the friction

Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction

Write a little trailer park pulp fiction

Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction

We’ll end up, in the sunset

In our pink lawn chairs

With plastic palm tress, a big screen TV

On parole in the middle if nowhere

Until we’re there, woo

Whoa oho

Life’s a real short party

So let’s turn it up, I’m gonna turn it up, I’m gonna burn, let’s go

Whoa oho

Let’s get some drama started

Turn on the heat, turn up the friction

Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction

Write a little trailer park pulp fiction

Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction

Write a little trailer park pulp fiction

Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction