Country people here start celebratin' early
On nearly every corner there's some kind of fireworks stand
I guess they've got a pyromania condition
Lord I guess it's more or less a red neck tradition


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So I ask you, I wanna know
Bubba, why do you stink?
("I'm poppin firecrackers")
What is all that smoke?
("They're called fireworks")
Why must you make this whole neighborhood choke?
"I start two weeks before July 4,
Call it my affliction
So leave me alone, I'll pop all night long
It's a red neck tradition"

He is very proud of the noise he makes
I reckon it's his way of makin this world shake
The fireworks stands are open
And it's way too hot for fishin'
So leave him alone, he'll pop all night long
It's a red neck tradition

And don't ask him
Bubba, why do you stink?
(I'm lightin' bottle rockets)
What is all this smoke?
(They're called fireworks)
Why must you make this whole neighborhood choke?
I stopped and thought it over
Bubba, how'd you get in this condition?
He said, Leave me alone, I'll pop all night long
It's a red neck tradition"

Lord, I've found bottle rockets in my roof's gutter
In my yard they make an awful clutter
I asked that guy Bubba, how'd you get in this condition?
He said leave me alone, I'll go all night long
It's a red neck tradition...

Chorus