Текст песни: Buttholeville + перевод

Tired of living in Buttholeville

Tired of my job and my wife Lucille

Tired of my kids, Ronnie and Neil

Tired of my '68 Bonneville

Working down at Billy Bob’s Bar and Grill

The food here tastes like the way I feel

There’s a girl on the dance floor dressed to kill

She’s the best looking woman in Buttholeville

One day I’m gonna get out of Buttholeville

Gonna reach right in, gonna grab the till

Buy a brand new hat and a Coupe de Ville

Lay a patch on the road that runs over the hill

There’s a beach somewhere where the waters are still

Gonna lay in the sun 'til my pussy little white skin peels

Drinking the best malt liquor, eating lobster, eating eel

Swear to God, I’m never going back to Buttholeville

Never going, never going, never going, never going

Back, back, back, back, back

Buttholeville

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