To the tune of Ted Mulreys "Jump in my Car"
Jump on Ralph Carr, I wanna sma-ash his bones
Mmm, jump on Ralph Carr, screws pop stars and dont own a comb
No thank you turd
Ah, c'mon, I'm a trustworthy guy
No thank you turd
Oh cmon dusty wouldn't tell you no lie
The tiges developed my ga-ame
How can you say that, you know your a jet
You're all the sa-ame
Ooh, he's got me there, but I'll get him yet
I got you there-ere
No you didn't, I was catchin' my breath
And look the offers so lame and dusty you'll snort what's left
Well, I don't know-ow
Ah, come on it costs nothin' to try
And I will leave you high and dry
Mmm-mmm, jump on Ralph Carr, I wanna sma-ash your bones
C'mon jump on Ralph Carr, screws pop stars and dont own a comb
Mmm-mmm, jump on Ralph Car, I wanna sma-ash your bones
C'mon jump on Ralph Carr, screws pop stars and don't own a comb
Well maybe I wi-ill
Ah, that's better now, your nice and dense
Jeepers keep still
Well, if you like I'll just delay it for cents
No need to get smar-art
Well alright we'll soon be on our-our way-ay
We better start
What for?
Because it's such big pay-day
Well, why, what d' they give
They given down south, it's roughly eighty-four shy
Hey slow down, you must be jokin' there behind that stupid smile
Oh, no I'm no-ot
Well, if you're not there's only one thing to say-ay
And what's tha-at?
Get out of Ralph Carr, get on your way
Get out of Ralph Carr
But Dusty thought Ralphy-d bring it all home
Well, if it's not too far-ar
But there's no way that hed get the deal done alone
I couldn't care less
Maybe I cou-ould trade you next week
But you look a me-ess
Look who's talkin', you've partied like there is no next we-ek
Get outta Ralph Car
You told me you were a really nice guy
Well I ain’t
Yeah! get outta Ralph Carr
Dusty, get out of Ralph Car