I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues. From the dudes in D.C. with the wing tip shoes. And my boss said it was Paris or prison. And the judge said, "Son, you better make your decision".
One, two, three and I come with the redneck style. 'Cause you know I get paid by the Mile, like Avis. I pave this, fast save this, everybody smile and act gracious.