You got the bucket, baby
I got the chicken
You got the Smith and Wesson
I got the ammunition
Maybe we could shoot the town
Or sit around finger lickin yeah
Alone were not half bad
But we could be a whole lot better
Anybody knows us, knows were good together
Just a little sliver of sunlight in stormy weather
Like a tear in my beer, were good together
Good together
Youre a pesky little fly
Im the pink plastic swatter
Youre a back seat kinda guy
And Im the Bishops daughter
A steamin jalapeno
Think I need a drink of water
Lets have a little mixer, a little pick her upper
And all night, hold me tight, candlelight supper
No daddy, no mama, no sister, no brother
Just you and me, a pod and a pea,
we compliment each other
Oh yeah, were good together
Come on baby
Turn me on
Ill turn up the radio
Beneath the velvet Elvis
We can dance just like Jessco
Twirl me like a trailer park in a tornado
Good together
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