At the back of beyond and a little bit more

I've a pimped out crib with sawdust on the floor

It's quiet round here and I'm Mister Big

Playing with ma gun and bothering the pigs

A rusty Chevy I use as my ride

All terrain tyres with flames up the side

Me and ma homies, ma homies and me

Drinking moonshine in our dungarees

We like to stick straw between our teeth

Me and ma homies, ma homies and me

Me and Cletus in the pickup truck

Cruising round town like we give a fuck

Windows wound down FM radio on

Blasting out the tunes of a banjo based song

Cletus is inbred his face looks funny

He’s hanging out of the window drooling at the honeyz

Me and ma homies, ma homies and me

Drinking moonshine in our dungarees

We like to stick straw between our teeth

Me and ma homies, ma homies and me

We pull up to the liquor store

‘cos we’ve drunk all the hooch and need some more

We load up the beers and more of the boys

Billy-Ray, Jim-Bob and two twins called Roy

The Suns going down at the end of the day

Crack open the cans and we're on our way

Me and ma homies, ma homies and me

Drinking moonshine in our dungarees

We like to stick straw between our teeth

Me and ma homies, ma homies and me

We're off to Big Mama's to get our kicks

Drink more 'shine and get action for our dicks

Chatting up the ladies for a bit of sport

They've got massive tits and itty bitty shorts

The ladies are lap dancing and they're getting paid

We hope there's a chance that we get laid

Me and ma homies, ma homies and me

Drinking moonshine in our dungarees

We like to stick straw between our teeth

Me and ma homies, ma homies and me

As the night goes on the chances get less

For a midnight fuck there's no success

The end of the night we have to go home

But not with the ladies we're all alone

Round up the homies into the truck

Bad news tonight we're not getting fucked

Me and ma homies, ma homies and me

Drinking moonshine in our dungarees

We like to stick straw between our teeth

Me and ma homies, ma homies and me