WHITE TRASH ASS: An ode to all the glorious women who are prone to lettin’ loose at a show, smokin’, drinkin’ and cussin’ with all the boys, this is a redneck anthem for those who own their lack of sophistication and “imperfections” with pride and make the world a better place for people watchin’. One for all the trailer park queens, it should be noted that real men absolutely love this woman. Heavy guitars, and a Joan Jett “I Love Rock and Roll” hook, will make you shake your moneymaker.
She's got a new tattoo of my name on her neck, two kids in the stroller with one on her hip. She said she knows every damn word to my songs. And every mornin' when she gets out of bed she grabs a pack of smokes and puts one in her lip, takes a shot, turns the radio on, she's old school. She don't need any class. Her mama built her to last. I love her white trash ass. She's barely seventeen. I love her white trash ass. She's my trailer park queen. She won't cook, she don't clean, she likes to keep it dirty if you know what I mean. She’ll tell you like it is if she thinks you're a damn fool. She likes to dance and party all night, let loose baby make it feel alright. She ain't shy, she's havin' a good time. She's right at home playin' in the mud in a jacked up truck havin' tons of fun, smokin', drinkin', cussin' with all the boys. She don't care 'bout pretty little things, baby daddy or wedding rings. Bleach blond hair with her dirty black roots, spray on tan in her daisy dukes, rebel flag wavin', no arm pit shavin', thank God she's mine. I love your white trash ass. She thinks she's seventeen. I love her white trash ass. She's my trailer park queen. I love your white trash ass. She's really forty-three. I love your white trash ass. I love my trailer park queen. I love your white trash ass.