Hey, Kinda Like That Banjo.
Crank That Stuff Up A Little.
Yeah, That's What I'm Talkin' About.

The Way She Looks, The Way She Walks;
That Southern Twang; That Dirty Talk.
Rides Harley's, Reads Vogue.
She Got A Tattoo On Her Ankle, Rebel Flags On Her Toes.
One Shake Of That Hip Could Make A Puppy Dog Vicious.
Mmm, Hmm, Mmm: Rebelicious.

She'll Take Jack Over Martinis,
Skinny Dippin' Over Bikinis.
That Hard Body, Soft Smile,
Could Send A Big Man To His Knees And Drive Them Little Boys Wild.
She Likes Them Tiny Little Skirts, An' The Way The Preacher's Boy Blushes:
Mmm, Mmm: Rebelicious.

She's A Long Tall, Shopping-mall,
Barbie-doll Trailer Park Queen.
Mouthwaterin',
'Bout Hotter Than Anything I've Ever Seen.

Instrumental Break.
(Ah,)
(Ooh.)

She's An Outlaw Livin', Ready An' Willin',
Sun-tanned Redneck, Miss Hittin'.

You Got A Mansion, You Drive A Vet.
You Wear A Rolex, Hell, She Ain't Impressed.
She Like Deer Stands, Beer Cans,
Baits Are On The Hook When She Fishes:
Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm: Rebelicious.

Aw, That's What I'm Talkin' About Man.
Cheap Sunglasses, A Pick-up Truck; Convertible.
What Is That Thing? A Sixty-nine?
Mmm, Not A Tan Line On Anything I Can See: Whoo.
Hey, I Bet You She Knows David Allen Coe.