Plastic donut, can of Spam
There's no kindness in this land

But you better not
Let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up
On a bottle of plain glass beer

Coffee clothing pasted on
Clean my gravestone when I'm gone

And you better not
Let my good girl catch you here
She's got a whole pile of things
You don't want to hear

Hitch my horse up to the town
Got my toenails painted brown

And you better not
Let my good girl catch you here
She'll cut you down
And put the blame on me

Just a muscle in a bag
Throw my baby don't let her sag

But you better not
Let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up
With a bottle of plain wrap beer