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 ?? 
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