Songs About Fucking

Hosin' out the cab of his pickup truck He's got his 8-track playin' really fuckin' loud The one who wouldn't go down on his brother 's dead She's wearin' his bootprint on her forehead Saw her at the picture show out on the highway After the fish fry,

I started out drinking, I stays that way mm mm all in me And I killed another day On the wall there's another there I hacked through another night By the look of mm my hand I'm adrift and I can't mm I started out hating myself and when I'm through I'

I got a sickness sweet as a love note I got a headache like a pillow Called me Daisy, called me Daisy, called me Daisy, that one Called me Daisy I am a sweetheart I am a prom queen I am some puppies What, Daisy? What, Daisy? Are we here now? I am a h

Out No mm mm mm mm mm my head Must've had some wheat bread mm mm mm mm mm my head Must've had some wheat bread Do you see that? I will run mm mm mm mm mm head Must've had some wheat bread mm mm mm mm mm head Must've had some bad bread What do you see

The backbone of this country is the independent truck The power of the trucker comes from his truck mm mm mm mm cab overhead That's where those truckers generate their Backbone, backbone, backbone, backbone mm mm mm mm mm mm fist in my face mm mm mm

She's a model and she's looking good I'd like to take her home with me, that's understood Playing hard-to-get, she smiles from time to time It only takes a camera to change her mind Posing for consumer products now and then I even saw her on the cove

I would like to wrap your hair around your neck like a noose I would like to wrap your legs around my neck like a lock You are my precious thing, thing of speed and beauty You are my precious thing, as long as you remain beneath me I will hold you do

Saw something go wrong today when a black car went by Red car blew up today when a black car went by Never thought it really happened that way Never thought it really happened that way Never thought it really happened that way Drew a rod and they ble

Ought to know what a liar I am, ought to know me by now Don't curse me for my nature, don't bless me for my wrongs Just a bad penny, I always come back to you Just a bad penny Just a bad penny, I always come back to you Should have known you couldn't

Gotta get loaded, I gotta go off Don't call it a safety Don't call it half-cocked More like an ashcan More like a time bomb More like a stovepipe Columbian necktie I don't want to die just wanna give her the works Don't call it a safety Don't call it