Old Ronney's toteing shingles, Up a ladder for Steve. Well, Steve fixed Ronney's transmition last week. Friday night will be spagetti, Five dollers a plate, To help get Curtis Right's doctor bills payed. For every able bodied man is a fire department volunteer. Rats don't race around here.
You got a thirty day credit, At the hardware store. You don't need a master card to buy a 2x4. Saturday's for fishing, Sunday's for church. Here it ain't a carrer, It's five days of work. Trash man's a trash man, Not a sanitation engineer. Rats don't race around here.
There ain't no need to ride a bus into work each day, Nobody's fighting for a parking place, You might get passed on the road by an old John Deer. But the rats don't race around here.
There ain't no need to ride a bus into work each day, Nobody's fighting for a parking place, You might get passed on the road by an old John Deer. Somebody wins a trophy at the drag strip every year. But the rats don't race around here.
Ya'll the rats don't race around here. We like that domestic beer.
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You got a thirty day credit, At the hardware store. You don't need a master card to buy a 2x4. Saturday's for fishing, Sunday's for church. Here it ain't a carrer, It's five days of work. Trash man's a trash man, Not a sanitation engineer. Rats don't race around here.
There ain't no need to ride a bus into work each day, Nobody's fighting for a parking place, You might get passed on the road by an old John Deer. But the rats don't race around here.
There ain't no need to ride a bus into work each day, Nobody's fighting for a parking place, You might get passed on the road by an old John Deer. Somebody wins a trophy at the drag strip every year. But the rats don't race around here.
Ya'll the rats don't race around here. We like that domestic beer.
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