Verse 1
My Ford spits gravel, Brody’s chasin’ his tail,
She’s singin’ off-key to a mailbox serenade.
Her coffee’s half-mud, but her kiss’s sweet cream,
We’re two hot messes livin’ a backwoods dream!
Chorus
Hey-yo! We’re buzzin’ like bees in a mason jar,
Splashin’ in creeks, drippin’ mud in the car!
She’s my flip-flop queen, I’m her biscuit-flop king—
Ain’t no WiFi, but man, we’re streamin’!
Verse 2
Fried eggplant supper (gourmet, she swears!),
Air guitar solos in our lawn chair thrones.
Fireflies flicker—her “backup singers” tonight—
We slow-dance reckless ‘neath a Walmart porch light.
Chorus
Hey-yo! We’re buzzin’ like bees in a mason jar,
Splashin’ in creeks, drippin’ mud in the car!
She’s my flip-flop queen, I’m her biscuit-flop king—
Ain’t no WiFi, but man, we’re streamin’!
Bridge
Took a piggyback ride through the cowpie minefield,
She hollered, “City folks’d die out here!”
We howled at the moon till the donkeys joined in—
Our love’s louder than a tractor’s “Amen!”
Chorus
Hey-yo! We’re buzzin’ like bees in a mason jar,
Splashin’ in creeks, drippin’ mud in the car!
She’s my flip-flop queen, I’m her biscuit-flop king—
Ain’t no WiFi, but man, we’re streamin’!
Outro
When we’re old and gray, rockin’ on a cooler throne,
We’ll crank this tune, let the whole holler groan:
“Life’s a dirt road—bump till your bones laugh!
Me, my gal, and a whole lotta stupid happy!”