Red Necks - Blur

Rollin', rollin'… howdy, boys

Okay, I want y’all to sit real comfy

With your real comfy ten gallons on back of your head

Just relax, okay (It's good to be here)

Here we go, uh, boys, ah

I’m a truckin' redneck and I just refuse to die (He won’t die)

I was built big and strong on the state’s best apple pie

I’m better than them limey pin-heads in Europe-y

Twelve gauge in their back, hell, would stop their mopin'

I’m a truckin' red stop and I just refuse to die

(Graham, you will never die)

(It's what they call chemistry)

You’re American, you’re never gonna die

You play billiards like that man

You ain’t never gonna die

The good Lord above will take care of that

I get free coffee fill-ups at my favourite Denny’s place

Find a couple of teabags and I kick them in the face

Sure is damn good fun pinchin' that waitress’s ass

When I go on tour, gonna get me a pass

Hell, don’t want no fuckin' limey gettin' on my goddamn case

(Woo!) That’s in the east wood

You gotta go to the wood and go east

It’s in the east wood (Go west, brother)

We showed them injuns somethin'

Any of my, uh, the boys here wanna say a few words

To the audience at home

(Well, you know, you’ve grown up and I obviously haven’t)

(Woo!) Hope you go on happy with your Miller’s Coors Light

I’ve got every Beatles record