Plastic donut, can of spam 
There's no kindness in this land 
Better not let my good girl catch you here 
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer 

Coffee clothing pasted on 
Clean my gravestone when I'm gone 
And you better not let my good girl catch you here 
She's got a whole pile of things you don't want to hear 

Hitch my horse up to the town 
Got my toenails painted brown 
And you better not let my good girl catch you here 
She'll cut you down and put the blame on me 

Just a muscle in a bag 
Throw my baby, don't let her sag 
But you better not let my good girl catch you here 
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer