Seems like in every hip conversation honey
people brag about where they all come from
seems like in every hip conversation, woman
i just end up sucking on my thumb
lord i'm just a i'm just a pauper,
i been raised in a trailer park yeah,
ain't got that much honey to brag about
i just drinkin' all alone in the dark
i said bring it on up
to my room woman
i can't carry this load alone
Well i don't need none of that phony moaning woman
no, i don't need it to get it on honey
no, take off your wig darlin' now
throw away those pills now woman;
no, highway we're gonna roll;
Ah, you know that good king lovin' gonna make it
all right now honey, no,
ah woman we--we're gonna' turn the tide around;
talk about tongue to tongue, woman