Kick it!
This ain't no el nino
It ain't no little crying fit either
This is a western day

"All I wanna do is kick your butt before I die,"
Says the dude next to me out of nowhere
It's apropos
Of nothing
He says his name's Clint but I'm sure,
He's Dope or Dopey or idiot or cruddy
And he's plain rude to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of trouble in his whole
life
We are fighting outside on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a fast food restaurant
The good people of the world are eating their burgers
On their lunch break, chewing and chewing
As best they can in their walkin' boots

They drive their souped up Chryslers and Buicks
Back to the excavating company, the landscaping one too
Well, they're ain't nothing like Clint and me, cause

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All I wanna do is kick his butt
I got a feeling I'm short-tempered now
All I wanna do is kick his butt
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is kick his butt
Until the sun comes up over this country bar

I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Clint likes to start a lot of fights
with people he doesn't like
He throws them across the bar
Then he lights a cigarette in his Marlboro pack
Letting it burn down to his thick fingers
before kicking their butts out
And he's watching the staring as they sit in
their chairs

And a couple of bikers enter the bar
Looking at us then one another
Clint looks their way and says

All I wanna do is kick their butts
I got a feeling I'm short-tempered now
All I wanna do is kick their butts
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is kick their butts
Until the sun comes up over this country bar



Otherwise the bar is ours,
The people and the fright and the restaurant too
The lighters and the roaches and the clean and dirty
chairs
I'm sane he's a looney tune but

All we got to do is kick some butt
I got a feeling he's not the only one
All we got to do is kick some butt
until the sun comes up over this country bar