Pink Flamingos Lyrics - Byrd Tracy

I was a rebel in my younger years 

I'd...drink with the devil if he bought me a beer 

Wore out two pickups just running around 

Mama thought I never would settle down 

That was before I met sweet Irma Jean 

She made a new man outta me 

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 any better than this 

We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos 

Sweet Irma Jean is a den mother now 

With a station wagon and a 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 

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 any better than this 

We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos 

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 baby we got style 

With 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 any better than this 

With 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 any better than this 

We got pink flamingos 

Picture windows 

Pink flamingos