Oh, stay tuned
Looks like were jumpin' in
With an empty bottle, this can't be good
It's the Sheriff and his posse, this can't be good
Hold on, babe
Think I see the blue lights comin' through the woods
This old hay barn's full of last year's grass
Now you know when we get to the other side
Everybody is runnin' like the end of the world was comin'
With a wildfire burnin', like a freight train outta control
She just keeps on rockin', babe, there ain't no time for talking
This can't be good
With a 'Buford T.' kinda lawman closin' in
And hang out a while
She just keeps on rockin', guess I better do some talkin'
Everybody is runnin' like the end of the world was comin'
She's too dumb to run, I'm too drunk to swim
There's a little bitty flame on this piece of firewood
And when it all comes together it can't be good
Throw her over my shoulder, run with everything I can
This can't be good
That's the Sheriff's daughter dancin' on my hood
We're gonna have to take all these wet clothes off
There ain't no drinkin' on the river when the sun goes down
I got an old tin can full of campfire gas
There's an unwritten law in this sleepy little town
You know this could be good
This can't be good
