Lyrics

King Of The Interstate


All this time my life had been so simple
Then I spent three days at a Buc-ee's in Temple
The place was so big I almost got lost
I Was there so long I thought they'd toss me
I bought thirty pounds of dried beef jerky
And a smoked drumstick from a big Tom turkey
You can have a full meal
And never spend a penny
By eating free samples
Cause there are so many

Buc-ee the Beaver
The King of the interstate
Buc-ee the Beaver
The help is always first rate
Candy jerky barbecue
There's no kinda eatin
That you can't do
Buc-ee the Beaver
The king of the interstate

You've never seen a store with so much candy
A five gallon bucket is mighty damn handy
There's candy dots and saltwater taffy
All that your dentist needs to keep him rich and happy
Bacon-wrapped sausage they serve on a stick
You'll eat so much that you're gonna get sick
Pralines pickles and salted nuts
And a Jim Bowie Knife that's really gonna cut ya

Buc-ee the Beaver
The King of the interstate
Buc-ee the Beaver
The help is always first rate
Candy jerky barbecue
There's no kinda eatin
That you can't do
Buc-ee the Beaver
The king of the interstate


They've got hats and belts and crafts galore
And a Barbwire Jesus that's made in Singapore
An armadillo made from rattlesnake hide
And a Buc-ee's doormat for your big double wide
A Christmas Tree made out of shotgun shells
And a real stuffed skunk that you can hardly smell
A solar-powered windmill that works in the shade And a broken wagon wheel that'll cost you half your pay

Buc-ee the Beaver
The King of the interstate
Buc-ee the Beaver
The help is always first rate
Candy jerky barbecue
There's no kinda eatin
That you can't do
Buc-ee the Beaver
The king of the interstate