Alright now, this is a little modern-day love song for ya

People at this honky-tonk

They're about to drive me insane

To tell you the truth, my darlin'

You're the only reason I came

But your beauty's so distractin'

Hope it don't lead to my demise

Can you please tell your b**s

To stop lookin' at my eyes

They're playing crummy rap music

And there ain't even a band

Ah, And I wouldn't even be here

But you hold my heart in your hands

Yes you do, baby

So before I lose my cool

And start actin' like them other dirty guys

Would you please tell your b**s

To stop lookin' at my eyes

Yo there, brother, we're giving' you a shout

Got the b**s in stitches, and we're all hangin' out

Lookin' good in the hood, tell you what it's all about

Shoot that rapper, and let the guitar player play

If it wasn't for the alcohol

I would be quoting Voltair

But with that cute rocking' bod' of yours

I can't do nothin' but stare

Let's go to your place, baby

Stay up and watch the sun rise

But first please tell your b**s

To stop lookin' at my eyes

I'll be your s*x object

I'll be your good ol' boy toy

We'll have the perfect redneck wedding

Then a little bundle of joy

And somewhere down the road

We'll look back and we'll laugh about this night

When I said, "Tell your b**s

To stop lookin' at my eyes."

Yeah, later down the road

We'll look back and we'll laugh about this night

Yes we will

Right now won't you tell your b**s

To stop lookin' at my eyes

Stick out your boobsies

Stick out your boobsies

Stick out your b**s now