Bài hát Rebelicious Báo Lỗi

Hey, kinda like that banjo.

Crank that stuff up a little.

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about.


The way she looks, the way she walks;

That southern twang; that dirty talk.

Rides Harley's, reads Vogue.

She got a tattoo on her ankle, rebel flags on her toes.

One shake of that hip could make a puppy dog vicious.

Mmm, hmm, mmm: rebelicious.


She'll take Jack over martinis,

Skinny dippin' over bikinis.

That hard body, soft smile,

Could send a big man to his knees and drive them little boys wild.

She likes them tiny little skirts, an' the way the preacher's boy blushes:

Mmm, mmm: rebelicious.


She's a long tall, shopping-mall,

Barbie-doll trailer park queen.

Mouthwaterin',

'Bout hotter than anything I've ever seen.


(Ah,)

(Ooh.)


She's an outlaw livin', ready an' willin',

Sun-tanned redneck, miss hittin'.


You got a mansion, you drive a vet.

You wear a Rolex, hell, she ain't impressed.

She like deer stands, beer cans,

Baits are on the hook when she fishes:

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm: rebelicious.


Aw, that's what I'm talkin' about man.

Cheap sunglasses, a pick-up truck; convertible.

What is that thing? a sixty-nine?

Mmm, not a tan line on anything I can see: whoo.

Hey, I bet you she knows David Allen Coe.