It's five o'clock, just got paid: I'll be off the next two days. No more workin' like dogs, No more leash, no more boss. I've got a weekend of nothin' to do at all: Yee haw!
I know a place down the road, The girls are hot, the beer is cold. It's two-for-one, yeah, that's right: Not just drinks; it's girls to guys. I hear the twins are back in town from saginaw: Yee haw!
You take your all-right; you take your can't-wait. A lotta of bring-it-on an' some dance straight, An' mix it all up with some down home southern drawl, y'all: You got your yee haw!
The place is packed, the line is long; The band know every haggard song. I'm gettin' loose, i've had a few. She wants to dance; i do too. But her boyfriend's mad, i, i think he wants to brawl: All right, yee haw!
You take your all-right; you take your can't-wait. A lotta of bring-it-on, an' some dance straight, An' mix it all up with some down home southern drawl, y'all: You got your yee haw!.
I'm talkin big time, i mean saddle up an' hold on tight, An' if you know what i'm talkin' about, y'all, yeah: How about a yee haw, ha, ha. Yep, bow wow, y-e-e-h-a-w: yee haw.
Compositores: Toby K Covel, Emerick W Scott ECAD: Obra #4822775