Got no money and my face looks funny
I call everybody Honey, but I love you
I hate work and I hate jerks
I have some peculiar quirks, but I love you
I go to bars and pick up scars
I’m always driving beat up cars
I’ll never play this old guitar
But I love you
I don’t talk purty, my back ain’t sturdy
My shoes are dirty
I can’t remember when I was thirty
But I love you
Shoot me if you gotta
You won’t make a lot of changes in me
My ways are set and you can bet
You are going to get just what you see
I don’t get much better than this
This is as good as it gets