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"Here For The Party"

Well I'm an eight ball shooting double fisted drinking son of a gun
I wear My jeans a little tight
Just to watch the little boys come undone
Im here for the beer and the ball busting band
Gonna get a little crazy just because I can

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
Don't want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue

I was raised in Pocahontas Illinois
Everybody thought of me as one of the boys
Cause I'd run with a croud that was tough
At fifteen i was tending Big O's Bar
I'd sing till two AM for a half full tip jar
Spent my youth singing truth, paying dues

[Chorus]

Well, I ain't never been the Barbie doll type
No, I can't swig that sweet Champagne, I'd rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or in a honky tonk or on a four-wheel drive tailgate
I've got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait
Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip
'Cause I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad

They say lightning won't struck in the same place twice
But let me get behind this guitar
You better run for cover cuz I'm bringin the thunder
From underneath the radar

Whatever everybody's doin' it don't feel right
Let me show you how we used to do a saturday night!