Buttholeville lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tired of living in Buttholeville
Tired of my job and my wife Lucille
Tired of my kids, Ronnie and Neil
Tired of my '68 Bonneville

[Verse 2]
Working down at Billy Bob's Bar and Grill
The food here tastes like the way I feel
There's a girl on the dance floor dressed to kill
She's the best looking woman in Buttholeville

[Verse 3]
One day I'm gonna get out of Buttholeville
Gonna reach right in, gonna grab the till
Buy a brand new hat and a Coupe de Ville
Lay a patch on the road that runs over the hill

[Verse 4]
There's a beach somewhere where the waters are still
Gonna lay in the sun 'til my pus*y little white skin peels
Drinking the best malt liquor, eating lobster, eating eel
Swear to God, I'm never going back to Buttholeville

[Outro]
Never going, never going, never going never going back!