Song Description

A song about the culture Wal Mart created.

Lyrics

I?ve seen these pictutes, a time or two.
That?s a good lookin woman, are you sure that?s you?.
This gal is pretty though and a great smile on her face.
The kinda gal, guys probably take back to their place.

There?s something in your tongue, what?s that thing for.
They sell bigger sweaters and blue jeans at the discount store.
Be careful lighting that cigarette; we don?t want your hair to explode.
Let?s get on with the drinkin? and let this night unfold.

White trash girl, be a friend of mine?
I?ll spring for lunch, anytime
After I'm gone, you keep your head up high.
I know you look good on paper, but honey you ain?t worth a dime.

You sometimes surprise me with your manner and mouth.
After I quit laughing I think; ?yeah, she can spit that stuff out.?
Your safety pin?is broken again and your ego I can see.
They?re not as big as your ass so put them away for the third time please.

White trash girl, be a friend of mine?
I?ll spring for lunch, anytime
After i'm gone, you keep your head high.
I know you look good on paper, but honey you ain?t worth a dime.

Your white trash, half cousins-in-law, won the trailer-house-park war.
To the victor go the spoils; I hear it was quite the haul.
A couple transmissions and a harvest golden washin? machine.
Recliner for your porch you stay sober you can watch the sunlight leave.

White trash girl, be a friend of mine?
I?ll spring for lunch, anytime
After I'm gone, you keep your head high.
I know you look good on paper but honey you ain't worth a dime.

Oh white trash girl, be a friend of mine
I'll spring for lunch and I mean anytime......

White trash girl, will you be a friend of mine?
White trash girl,
White trash girl.