Fake ID - Big & Rich, Gretchen Wilson

Hey, I’ve been driving

All over the town

On my cell phone

Wearin' it out

And I’ve finally tracked you down

Hey, everybody says you’re the man

The final piece to my master plan

You got my world in the palm of your hand

Well I know that you got it

Come on and just sell it

Got the cash up in my pocket

You know I gotta get it

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake I. D

There’s a band in the bar that I’m dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake I. D

Hey, don’t you even

Think about tellin' me no

It’s only twenty minutes 'til the show

Hey mister turn it over, let’s go

No, I ain’t gonna need a receipt, just make sure

That it looks like me so the bouncer don’t call the police

And don’t tell my daddy stole the keys to his caddy

Don’t dilly-dally, I gotta get the hell out of this alley

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake I. D

There’s a band in the bar that I’m dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake I. D

Here’s my money

Now get out of my way

Gonna push my luck

Right up to the stage

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake I. D

There’s a band in the bar that I’m dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey mister, hey mister

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake I. D

There’s a band in the bar that I’m dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake I. D

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake I. D

There’s a band in the bar that I’m dying to see

I got my money and you got what I need

Hey mister won’t you sell me a fake I. D

Hey mister, hey mister