Buddy

Tell my little brother the mullet's back in style

He's been waiting around to get a haircut now for a while

Pack your lip son, get your bibs on, we goin' out on the town

We gonna raise some hell, we gonna do it for Dale, you know we might as well if we're gonna get some

You're gonna be a killer son someday when you turn 10

Guess I'm just gonna have to drive you around till then

Don't ever let the guv'ment tell you you can't be a man

They gonna try and get you son, but I'm gonna teach you all I can

Make strides to cut the ties with the teeth that you were born with

Buy a trailer, find a real nice girl at the bar that you can shoot some porn with