Feck You Lyrics

Mmm

Yeah

Listen here y'all

Let me tell ya bout a place

A place I call home

I love the hot summer nights

Cruisin into town

A place to live it up

A place to throw it down

Damn I love this town

Glory to the stars

Salute to the stripes

Ch-check out my

Second amendment rights

Feck around and find out

So if this don't sound like home to you

I think you know what you outta do

Come see what we're all about

Or get the feck out

So F-E-C-K-Y-O-U

If you don't love the red, white & blue

America… Amutherfeckin 'Murica

I love this land - I was born to be free

Living life with no apologies

In America… Amutherfeckin 'Murica

God bless the USA

Every mutherfeckin day

Boy I tell ya what

I love to hop in my truck

With my dog blue

Riding shotty in the front

Run through the woods

Like I'm playing Duck Hunt

Flip a roast bird

On the table, eat lunch

I'm a grown ass man

And I'm proud of this life

Like to shoot guns, drink beer

And sex my wife

In the USA, free's a four letter word

F-E-C-K

If you ain't picking up

What I'm putting down

Then you probably ain't heard

That sweet ass sound

When the Star Spangled Banner plays

I cover my chest

Cause America's

The country I like best

There ain't a place in the world

That could compare

Hey look

I see a bald Eagle over there

So if this don't sound like home to you

I think you know what you outta do

Come see what we're all about

Or get the feck out

So F-E-C-K-Y-O-U

If you don't love the red, white & blue

America… Amutherfeckin 'Murica

I love this land - I was born to be free

Living life with no apologies

In America… Amutherfeckin 'Murica

God bless the USA

Every mutherfeckin day

Trucks

Guns

Steak

Beer