My Nashville Song

I smell ham and biscuits 

I ain't eatin' Triscuits 

No more 

No more, no more 

 

Gonna get back on my Harley 

With my mutt named Bisquick Charlie

I just ain't eatin' Triscuits 

No more, no more 

 

And I heard you know the score 

Yeah, I know you know the score 

But I ain't eatin' Triscuits 

No more, no more 

 

I won't eats oats or barley

Don't like nothing that healthy

And I won't be eatin' Triscuits

No more, no, no more

 

Get away from my door

With that awful stale kale

It just makes me go pale

And I ain't eatin' Triscuits no more

 

I think I know the score

I won't be choking down that stuff

Don't wanna start getting' tough

No more, no more

 

I've just about had enough

Of your exercise and stuff

Don't wanna have to play rough

No more, no, no more

 

Just keep that crap

Away from my door

I can afford prime rib and pig

I ain't that poor

 

I just won't be eatin'

No damn three-day-old Triscuits

No, I won't be eatin' Triscuits

No more, no more