Trailer Park Queen - LYRICS

she has the laugh of a child
Miss America lips
a movie star smile
and very shapely hips
she has the eyes of an angel
and a devilish grin
a ballerina’s legs
and a dimple on her chin
she’s got the cutest little body
that you’ve ever seen
with a mouth like a trucker
she’s the trailer park queen

don’t judge her by the clothes
that she happens to wear
you gotta look past
her really big hair
and maybe her make-up
is a little too much
and she might need to cut back
on the hairspray a touch
you may not understand her
but she’s somebody’s dream
she makes kids and puppies nervous
she’s the trailer park queen

well. she doesn’t like to cook
and she’s never read a book
but she can make a mean martini
serve it up in her bikini
she can down a shot of Jack,
Johnny Walker, Jim Beam
she drinks like a fish
she’s the trailer park queen

well, I wouldn’t want to cross her
wouldn’t wanna make her mad
she’s got a twelve gauge shotgun
that she got from her dad
I’ve never seen her use it
but I wouldn’t put it past her
they say she shot at someone once
but I’m not about to ask her
some things are better left alone
if you know what I mean
let’s just leave it at that
she‘s the trailer park queen

well, her waist is really narrow
and she drives a red Camaro
likes to take it into town
likes to cruise it all around
she loves to spin the tires
and create quite a scene
all the guys stop and stare
she’s the trailer park queen

LYRICS-Middle Class, White Collar, Livin’ in the Suburb Blues

Well, I get up in the morning and my shower’s sometimes cold.
Yeah, I get up in the morning and my shower’s sometimes cold,
And my fuzzy, soft, warm slippers and my bathrobe’s getting old.

You know my woman didn’t leave me and my dog don’t run away.
No, my woman didn’t leave me and my dog don’t run away,
But when I go to the ‘frigerater , sometimes she gets in the way.

Sometimes my kids they watch the Simpsons, when I want to watch the news.
Yeah, my kids they watch the Simpsons, when I want to watch the news.
I got the middle class, white collar, livin’ in the suburb blues.

Well, I went up to the boss man and I asked him for a raise.
Yeah, I went up to the boss man and I asked him for a raise.
He added to my 401 K plan and gave me more paid holidays.

Ain’t got time to change my oil now, ‘cus I’m such a busy man. 
Got no time to change my oil now, ‘cus I’m such a busy man, 
and my Volvo’s in the shop now, got to drive the mini-van.

I’ve got to take the kids to soccer, yeah, I paid my soccer dues.
Got to take the kids to soccer, oh, I paid my soccer dues.
I got the middle class, white collar, livin’ in the suburb blues.

Starving For Attention - LYRICS

You’re getting ready to visit him
so you stop eating so you’ll look thin
I can’t believe the shape you’re in
but we’ve been through this before

You don’t eat dairy, you don’t eat meat
I’ve never seen you eat anything sweet
but still you feel you must compete
with the girls in the magazine ads

(Chorus  #1)
And you’re starving for attention
and you’re hungry for respect
and you often dream
of better self-esteem
but you haven’t found it yet

You tell me that I don’t understand
and never will because I’m a man
but let me tell you from where I stand
you sure look good to me

You know its not you and its not me
just blame it all on society
but really who are you going to see?
And tell me does he understand

(Chorus #2)
that you’re starving for attention
and you’re hungry for respect
and you’re so afraid
you won’t make the grade
so you take what you can get

Does he even notice the things you do?
Does he know what you’re going through?
While he’s been sleeping with someone new
and you’re starving for attention