Birthday Boy

Which one's the birthday boy?

She said, "I ain't got all night"

What your momma name?

You can call me what you like

Every skin in history

Gotta make it hard somehow

Sit your bare ass down right here

I'll solve yours right now

Got a girlfriend, don't you, boy?

Nervous hands can't lie

Married men don't ask how much

Single one's ain't buy

One day you've got everything

Next day it's all broke

Let this Trixie sit up front

Let her wipe your nose

Working for the money like you got eight hands

Flat on your back under a mean old man

Just thinking happy thoughts, breathing in

Between your momma's drive and daddy's belt

It don't take smarts to learn the tune

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Pretty girls from the smallest towns

Can't remember life's storms and droughts

That old men talk about the years to come

I guess that's why they give us back

So few old man can say

They saw us when we were young

Which one's the birthday boy?

She said, "I ain't got all night"

What your momma name?

You can call me what you like