The desert rose cantina in Phoenix AZ
Can be a lonely ol’ place for a singer like me
Pretty peroxide blonde sitting close to the stage
Thirty-six, twenty-four and a third of my age
She’s looking at this cowboy with a sexy stare
Stand back boys I’m fixing to care
Stand back boys I’m fixing to care
She sucks on a longneck and licks her lips
Eats a handful of cherries and shakes her hips
She turns around and shows me her zebra thong
She yells out that the Dirty South is her favorite song
I want some honey like a grizzly bear
Stand back boys I’m fixing to care
Stand back boys I’m fixing to care
She smokes a Camel 100 and tosses her hair
She looks about as juicy as a Bartlett pear
I want to lay on her like a La-Z-Boy Chair
Stand back boys I’m fixing to care
Stand back boys I’m fixing to care