Colt Ford, Ira Dean - Trailer Park Pulp Fiction lyrics

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