Bubba Lee Pete Lyrics

Bubba Lee Pete was a big fat fella

Built his home on the bank

But it floated down the river

Mississippi all the way to Morgan city

Yeah, Bubba Lee Pete's the king of hillbilly

Chilly as the night's i'm getting told everyday is a miracle

Floating down the river on his home slash

Vehicle's come in different shapes

And many different forms

Bubba Lee Pete comes different to the norm

Oh Pete

Bubba Lee Pete

Bubba Lee Pete

Oh Peter, Yeah

Oh Pete

Bubba Lee Pete

Bubba Lee Pete

Bubba Lee Pete's got too many pickles

There's a hole in the roof and he ain't got a nickle

When he's lying in his bed

Can feel the rain pissing on his head

Every drop is like a Pete seeking

Missile's are fast but i'm sure

Anything's quicker than Pete when he's guzzling his

Moonshine liquor is his favourite drink

It means he's doesn't think about the warts on his feet or his underarm

Stinking hot days on the River Mississippi

Gonna take his floating home all the way to Morgan

City slickers don't really seems to understand the man

But he's Bubba Lee Pete

And i'm his number one fan

Stinking hot days on the River Mississippi

Gonna take his floating home all the way to Morgan

City slickers don't really seems to understand the man

His Four fingered hand or the wart's on his

Cock-a-doodle-doo hear the rooster's crowing

It's Six in the morning so we better get a rolling now

Poor old Pete he's never had a woman

He's been on a few dates but never got to

Screwing down the nails in his roof

Or hammering the screws

Got a hole in the ceiling and the leaky house

Blues don't matter when your living the dream

And your floating home moves like a speed machine

People don't really seem to understand the man

But he's Bubba Lee Pete

And i'm his number one fan

Oh Pete

Bubba Lee Pete

Bubba Lee Pete

Oh Pete

Bubba Lee Pete

Bubba Lee Pete

Oh Pete

Bubba Lee Pete

Bubba Lee Pete