I Love Southern White Trash Girls

Twas Saturday night in the Trailer Park. The drunks were finishing their fourth round. I heard a beer bottle crash to the ground. Down the street the sirens were wailing. Jim Bob and Patty's marriage was failing. And in the trailer next to mine, was Rusty's cousin looking so fine. She stepped out of that shower with her hair in tin foil, so I quickly gathered some tissue and oil. Then I heard a knock at my door. I wondered what the hell it was for. Dammit the bill collectors done found me again. But to my relief stood ole uncle Jim. With bottle rockets in hand he said have a good time, so I shot em at that old tractor of mine. Then out popped miss trailer park queen. I took her to the backseat of my new Ford machine. There was a shotgun and a wedding. But then I woke up in my bedding. Thank God this nightmare is over. That makes twenty days sober.