Tytuł: Red necks
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Alex: Rollin,rollin
Graham: Yeah, are we?
Graham: Howdy boys.
Alright, ya'll, let's sit real comfy, with your real comfy 10-gallons
on the back of your head.
Just relax. Okay, here we go, boys...
I'm a trucking redneck and I just refuse to die. I was built big and
strong on the states's best apple pie. I'm better than those limey pinheads
in Europe,12-gauge at their backs,hell,won't stop their moping. I'm a
trucking redstop, and I just refuse to die.
Alex: Graham, you will never die.
That's what I call chemistry.
Graham: You're American, you ain't ever gonna die.
You play billiards, you write that down.
You ain't never gonna die.
Good lord above will take care of that.
I get free coffee fill-uos at my favorite Denny's place.
Find a couple of teabags and kick them in the face.
Sure is damn good thumpage in that waitress' ass.
When I go on tour, I'm gonna get me a pass.
Hell, don't want no fucking limey, getting on my goddamn case.
Alex: That's in the east wood, you go to the wood and go east.
Graham: Go west, brother.
We sure showed them in Jim sum.
Any of, uh, my, the boys here want to say something to audience at
home?
Alex: Well, you've grown up and I obviously haven't.
Damon: So funny...
Graham: Woo!
I hope you go on happy with your Miller's Coors Lite.
Alex: I've got every Beatles record.
