I used to work in a restaurant where we had to play this stuff all the time. It's fucking hilarious. Of course, it's absolutely terrible, and possibly brain rotting, but it's so fucking hilarious. Look at it this way, there are people out there who take this stuff seriously. It's fucking funny. I present to you Hillbilly Deluxe by Brooks and Dunn.
Hey, up in the backwoods, down in the holler,
Old boys feelin' like a dog on a collar,
Keepin' that chain pulled tight,
Waitin' on Saturday night.
Put on the smell-good, put on skinner'n,
Head into to town like a NASCAR winner.
Cruisin' back an' forth to the Tasty-Freeze.
Everywhere you look, all you see...
Its hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-up trucks.
Big timin' in a small town.
Stirrin' it up right about sundown.
Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
A country girl cuddled up...
Hillbilly deluxe.
Yeah, couple cute sweet things drivin' a fastback.
Shoot 'em a cool smile hopin' that they smile back.
"Hey, Baby, what's you name?"
Burn a little rubber when the red lights change.
Here come the blue lights, here come Barney.
Hot on the beer, y'all, let's move the party.
Gotta go, but that's all right...
Do it all again next Friday night.
Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-'em-up trucks.
Big timin' in a small town.
Stirrin' it up right about sundown.
Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
Country girl cuddled up...
Hillbilly deluxe.
[Instrumental Break]
Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-'em-up trucks.
Big timin' in a small town.
Stirrin' it up right about sundown.
Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
Country girl cuddled up...
Hillbilly deluxe.
Hillbilly deluxe.
Hillbilly deluxe.
[Instrumental fade]
Oh god, the chorus there. It's just great.
And then we have Ticks By Brad Paisley. This is a great one about meeting a girl in a bar(complete with a tramp stamp), and then taking her out to the boones for some field sex. Oh god it's great.
Everytime you take a sip
In this smoky atmosphere
You press that bottle to your lips
And I wish I was your beer
And in the small there of your back
Your jeans are playing peek-a-boo
I'd like to see the other half
Of your butterfly tattoo
Hey that gives me an idea
Lets get out of this bar
And drive out into the country
And find a place to park
'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks
I know the perfect little path
In these woods I used to hunt
Don't worry babe, I've got your back
And I've also got your front
I'd hate to waste a night like this
I'll keep you safe you wait and see
The only thing allowed to crawl all over you
When we get there is me
You know ever guy in here tonight
Would like to take you home
But I've got way more class than them
And that ain't what I want
'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks
Oooh, you never know where one might be
And oooh, there's lots of places that are hard to reach
I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks
Oh, I'd sure like to check you for ticks
I know a lot about horrible pop country. I love it, because it is so fucking horrible.