Pickup Truck lyrics
Im gettin married to my pickup truck
It doesn't leave me when im down on my luck It doesn't shop at fancy stores or have a lawyer Or want a divorce It doesn't care if I stay out late It doesn't bitch about the money i make We'll be together till the end It won't sleep with my best friend Im gonna get down on one knee And ask my truck if it'll marry me I'll never drive another car We'll honeymoon at the titty bar We're gonna have the time of our life The exhaust pipes are tighter than my Ex-wife You think im crazy, but listen to this I can bring home a hooker and it won't get pissed no Wedding ring won't cost me a buck When I get married to my pickup Pickup truck
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