She takes spinning class, she cooks low fat:
Always passes on the butter pats.
She’s regimented, resolute,
Looks dang good in her birthday suit.
She wishes I would walk the line,
But most the time I don’t.
She treats her body like a temple,
And I treat mine like a honky tonk.
I cuss and smoke and tell bad jokes,
And hang out with the band.
The only exercise I get is curling 12 ounce cans.
Her motto is: «Just do it.»
An' mine’s: «Do what you want.»
She treats her body like a temple,
Hey, I treat mine like a honky tonk.
She never goes no where till she does her hair,
And takes the time to find the perfect thing to wear.
Me, I’m out there on the town,
In day-old Bermuda’s with the zipper down.
She smells like a field of flowers,
And I smell like a swamp.
She treats her body like a temple,
And I treat mine like a honky tonk.
I cuss and smoke and tell bad jokes,
And hang out with the band.
The only exercise I get,
Is curling 12 ounce cans.
Her motto is: «Just do it.»
An' mine’s: «Do what you want.»
She treats her body like a temple,
And I treat mine like a honky tonk.
Instrumental break.
Her motto is: «Just do it.»
An' mine’s: «Do what you want.»
She treats her body like a temple,
I treat mine like a honky tonk.
She treats her body like a temple,
I treat mine like a honky tonk.
Aw boys, don’t quit on me now, huh.
Instrumental fade out.