Tracy Byrd – Pink Flamingos lyrics

(Wood Newton/Micki Furhman) 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 Explain Request ×

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