Pink Flamingos — текст песни (Tracy Byrd)

(Wood Newton/Micki Furhman)

I was a rebel in my younger years
I`d...drink with the devil if he bought me a beer
Wore out two pickups just running around
Mama thought I never would settle down
That was before I met sweet Irma Jean
She made a new man outta me

We got pink flamingos in the front yard
Picture window with a view of Wal-Mart
Blue collar heaven domestic bliss
It just doesn`t get any better than this
We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos

Sweet Irma Jean is a den mother now
With a station wagon and a charge account
Bubba Junior pitches for his baseball team
Little sister`s running for Rose Bud Queen
And me I`m doing good at the used car lot
Is this a great country or what

We got pink flamingos in the front yard
Picture window with a view of Wal-Mart
Blue collar heaven domestic bliss
It just doesn`t get any better than this
We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos

People slow down when they drive by
They wave and smile but there`s envy in their eyes
We ain`t rich and won`t be for a while
But no doubt about it baby we got style

With got pink flamingos in the front yard
Picture window with a view of Wal-Mart
Blue collar heaven domestic bliss
It just doesn`t get any better than this
With got pink flamingos in the front yard
Picture window with a view of Wal-Mart
Blue collar heaven domestic bliss
It just doesn`t get any better than this
We got pink flamingos
Picture windows
Pink flamingos