Tracy Byrd - Pink Flamingos Lyrics
I was a rebel in my younger years
I'd.....drink with the devil if he bought THE beer
Wore out two pick-ups just running around
Mamma thought I never would settle down
That was before I met sweet Irma Jean
She made a new man outta me
Chorus:
We got pink flamingos in the front yard
Picture window with a view of Wal-mart
Blue collar heaven...domestic bliss
It just doesn't get better than this
We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink
flamingos
Sweet Irma Jean is a den mother now
With a station wagon and an charge account
Bubba Junior pitches for his baseball team
Little sister's running for Rose Bud Queen
And me I'm doing good at the used car lot
Is this a great country or what
Repeat Chours
People slow down when they drive by
They wave and smile but there's envy in their eyes
We ain't rich and won't be for a while
But no doubt about it we got style
Repeat Chours
[Thanks to Jason Wright for corrections]
Pink Flamingos Lyrics by Tracy Byrd
. Song rating: 4.5 [1 vote]
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