I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin'for love
It had been a while
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
Since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
Through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit OfThe Loom tank-tops
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips
Milky white skin and baby blue eyes
Name was Russell
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin'for love
It had been a while
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
Since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
Through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit OfThe Loom tank-tops
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips
Milky white skin and baby blue eyes
Name was Russell
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'