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activator Brought to you by, cool Keith
this rotting chow line.) Can we recover? We cover our heads and run for the gutter! Toby Keith's horses and Toby Keith's men Finally put us all
A parody of "Who's Your Daddy?" (Written and recorded by Toby Keith) New lyrical adaptation by Cledus T. Judd, Christopher Clark and Frank Pierce.
a buck To anyone who lies through their teeth" If this banker's broke, I'm Toby Keith I mean Toby Maguire No, Toby Flenderson Well my whole country was
have that body like she use to Fuck Mr. Bean I'll shoot yo' team like Clint Eastwood You don't know shit 'bout Toby Keith No you don't know shit 'bout
Hearin' Toby Keith Urban or some other guy Drivin' the girls all crazy Well I want a bit o' that but I'm not where it's at Drive a sloppy old jalopy, live
Past or present day Check my resume still climbing So get out my way Living with scars Baptized by fire My kredentials left tears For my Angel I admire
its dawn Then someone suggests that we switch to pong Country music's blastin, thank God cause I'm actin like Toby Keith, solo cup in hand and I'm
ninja stars on a kamikaze I got Keith I got Toby I got Steve I got Tony I got so many police under my pay rollie I got Johnny I got Freddy I got Tommy I
of your car And listened to Toby Keith Then you wanted to get pizza So we walked right down the street Ned came after the concert Said it sounded pretty
in the yard Full of nothing but a hell of a time But we got Toby Keith playing too loud Lawn chairs and surround sound Good beers with good blends
(Bang) No toy with the Travis Meal? Did Kylie take all the plastic? (What) Kevin can tell that your fans are bad Covered by pricks like a Cactus, Jacques
spot they goin' on a streak I ain't really seein' nothin' but they bout to hit they peak Peso in my pocket, but I promise that it's not no Toby Keith Way
a southern drawl, Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw But if he's country I'll kiss your ass, And throw all my Willie Nelson records
out Of luck, Jack, fuck that, grab your nuts and shout (Ain't you the Masta?) Yep, I've always been And then, I'm a stab a fucking critic with his
the butter I'm soft and hard, never st-stutter raised by the suburbs in city asylum graffiti painted proverbs of the fire island I'm dialing the numbers
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