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Hayseed Dixie




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Hayseed Dixie Album



2002
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Walk This Way
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The Perfect Woman
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Fat Bottom Girls
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You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise

Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
Oh she'll make you flip
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
I kinda like the way she dips
Well she's my best friend's girl
She's my best friend's girl-irl
But she used to be mine

You've got your nuclear boots
And your drip dry glove
Oh when you bite your lip
It's some reaction to love, o-ove, o-ove
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
Yeah, I think you'll flip
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
Here she comes again
I kinda like the way
I like the way she dips
'Cause she's my best friend's girl
Well she's my best friend's girl-irl
And she used to be mine
She's so fine

You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eye-eyes
And every new boy that you meet
Doesn't know the real surprise

Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
Here she comes again
Oh she'll make you flip
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
Here she comes again
I kinda like the way, I like the way she dips
'Cause she's my best friend's girl, uh
She's my best friend's girl-irl-u-irl
She used to be mine
She so fine

My best friend's girlfriend
Oh
My best friend's girlfriend
She used to be mine
My best friend's girlfriend
Yeah yeah
My best friend's girlfriend
Said she used to be mine
My best friend's girlfriend
Oh yeah yeah yeah
My best friend's girlfriend
She used to be mine
My best friend's girlfriend

. . .


Let's go, does she walk, does she talk, does she come complete
My homeroom, homeroom angel has exploded from my seat
She ain't pure like snowflakes, no one could ever stain
The memory of my angel could never cause me pain

The years go by, I'm looking through a girlie magazine
And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in between

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold, angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold

Slip me notes under the desk, I was thinking about her dress
I was shy, I turned away before she caught my eye
I was shakin' in my shoes whenever she flashed in baby blues
Somethin' had a hold on me when angel passed close by

Those soft and fuzzy sweaters too magical to touch
To see her in that negligee is really just too much

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold, angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold

Hey it's okay, I understand this ain't no never, never land
I hope that when this issue's gone, see you when your clothes are on
Take your car, yes we will, take your car and drive it
Take it to a motel room, take 'em off in private

A part of me has just been ripped, the pages from my mind are stripped
Oh, no, I can't deny it, oh yeah I guess I gotta buy it

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold, angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold, my blood runs cold, oh yeah
My angel is a centerfold, my angel is a centerfold, oh yeah

. . .

Walk This Way

[No lyrics]

. . .


Baby, when I think about you, I think about love
Darling, I don't live without you and your love

If I had those golden dreams of my yesterday
I would wrap you in the heaven, but they lay dying on the way

Feel like makin'
Feel like makin' love, feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love, feel like makin' love to you

Baby, if I think about you, I think about love
Darling, if I live without you, I live without love

And if I had the sun and moon, and they were shining
I would give you both night and day, love satisfying

Feel like makin'
Feel like makin' love, feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love, feel like makin' love to you

And if I had those golden dreams of my yesterday
I would wrap you in the heaven, really dying all the way

Feel like makin'
Feel like makin' love, feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love, feel like makin' love to you

Well, I feel like makin' love
Well, I feel like makin' love
Well, I feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love to you

Well, I feel like makin' love
Well, I feel like makin' love
Well, I feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love to you

Well, I feel like makin' love
Well, I feel like makin' love, yeah
Well, I feel like makin' love, yeah
Feel like makin' love to you

Yeah, feel like makin' love, love
Well, I feel like makin' love

. . .

The Perfect Woman

[No lyrics]

. . .


I saw him dancing there by the record machine
I knew he must have been about seventeen
The beat was going strong, playing my favorite song
I could tell it wouldn't be long 'till he was with me
Yeah me
I could tell it wouldn't be long 'till he was with me
Yeah me

Singing I love rock and roll
So put another dime in the jukebox baby
I love rock and roll
So come and take your time and dance with me

He smiled so I got up and asked for his name
But that don't matter he said 'cause it's all the same
He said can I take ya home, where we can be alone
And next we're moving on, he was with me
Yeah me
Next we were movin' on, he was with me
Yeah me

Singing I love rock and roll
So put another dime in the jukebox baby
I love rock and roll
So come and take your time and dance with me

He said can I take ya home where we can be alone
Next we're moving on, he was with me
Yeah me
And we'll be movin' on and singing that same old song
Yeah with me

Singing I love rock and roll
So put another dime in the jukebox baby
I love rock and roll
So come and take your time and dance with me

Singing I love rock and roll
So put another dime in the jukebox baby
I love rock and roll
So come and take your time and dance with me

Singing I love rock and roll
So put another dime in the jukebox baby
I love rock and roll
So come and take your time and dance with me

Singing I love rock and roll
So put another dime in the jukebox baby
I love rock and roll
So come and take your time and dance with me

Singing I love rock and roll
So put another dime in the jukebox baby
I love rock and roll
So come and take your time and dance with me

. . .

Fat Bottom Girls

[No lyrics]

. . .


The bigger the cushion
The sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said
The looser the waistband
The deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read

My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom
A big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
A big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?

I saw her on Monday
'Twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday
Each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean

My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights

Big bottom
A big bottom
Talk about mudflaps
And my gal's got 'em
A big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?

Big bottom
A big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
And my girl's got 'em
A big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?

. . .


Well, I don't know where they come from but they sure do come
I hope they comin' for me
And I don't know how they do it but they sure do it good
I hope there doin' it for free

They give me cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever

Well, the first time that I got it I was just ten years old
I got it from some kitty next door
An' I went to see the doctor and he gave me the cure
I think I got it some more

They give me cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever
I got a bad scratch fever
The cat scratch fever

It's nothin' dangerous
I feel no pain
I've got the choo-choo train
You know you got it when you, you going insane
It makes a grown man cry, cry, oh won't you make my bed

Well, I make the pussy purr with the stroke of my hand
They know they gettin' it from me
They know just where to go when they need their lovin' man
They know I doin' it for free

I give them cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever
They got a bad scratch fever
The cat scratch fever

Cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever

Cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever

. . .


I'm keepin your poop in a jar
Till the day you come back, so don't forget just what you are
Yeah im keepin your poop in a jar

I thought you took everytihng ,but you left somethin behind.
I scooped it out, i bottled it up. and now its there to stand by the bed to remind me
The taste i could't forget, you're just a piece of poop

Im keeping your poop in a jar,
Till the day you come back so dont forget just what you are,
yeah im keepin your poop in a jar.

I had a moment of weakness once,
I was feeling alittle down.
So i opened the lid for a smell.
Then it all came back to me baby, when the vapor was rubbed,
I remembered you well. It all came back to me, it was just a piece of poop.

Im keepin your poop in a jar, until you come back so dont forget just what you are,
yeah im keepin your poop in a jar, heyaw everybody sing,
Im keepin your poop in a jar,
Till the day you come back so dont forget just what you are yeah im keepin your poop in a jar,
Im keepin your a poop in a jar.

. . .


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