Drive-By Truckers - Buttholeville lyrics

Tired of living in Buttholeville
Tired of my job and my wife Lucille
Tired of my kids, Ronnie and Neil
Tired of my '68 Bonneville

Working down at Billy Bob's Bar and Grill
The food here tastes like the way I feel
There's a girl on the dance
Floor dressed to kill
She's the best looking woman in Buttholeville

One day I'm gonna get out of Buttholeville
Gonna reach right in, gonna grab the till
Buy a brand new hat and a Coupe de Ville
Lay a patch on the road
That runs over the hill

There's a beach somewhere where
The waters are still
Gonna lay in the sun 'til my
Pussy little white skin peels


Drinking the best malt
Liquor, eating lobster, eating eel
Swear to God
I'm never going back to Buttholeville

Never going, never going
Never going never going back!