Mommy Pants - Fine Feller

It makes me chuckle
When I see your shirt tucked in
With that big belt buckle
You're a fine specimen
You have dip in your lip
And a really nice grin
One thing I know for sure
You are a lady's man
I am quite a fan
Where did you get your pants
They're just a bit too tight
But not too much to country dance
Those are some nice boots
Do your feet ever get sore
You never wear running shoes
Because you like to fight more

But I apologize
This song is a bad joke
Truth is you know how to womanize
I can tell by your truck bro
And how do you sit down with that belt
Beer belly or not that sure can't help
I know I'm not that funny
But you are, yee-ha sonny

You're a fine feller so please don't shoot me like Old Yeller
You're a fine feller I could go gay for you
Momma don't know, please don't tell her

Written by:
BRANDON HARIG

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