Styrofoam

In the infield at Daytona

Sittin' on a motor home

I see her tryin' to check the leaderboard

Standing on her tippy-toes

I holler at her, tell her

"Climb up the ladder, get ya

One out the Yeti," but I

See she already has a

Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam

Shakin' that ice back and forth

Sweat on the side, red on the rim

Making me wanna steal a sip

Somethin' 'bout it's so damn hot

I'ma need one of them to cool me off

And I know you know where we can go

Get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam

She says, "I'm almost empty

You should walk over there with me under

That flag with number three

I got some Lynchburg, Tennessee"

She pours a double

Makes that Coca-Cola bubble

Stirs it, oh, Lord, have mercy

I ain't never been so thirsty for a

Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam

Shakin' that ice back and forth

Sweat on the side, red on the rim

Making me wanna steal a sip

Somethin' 'bout it's so damn hot

I'ma need one of them to cool me off

And I know you know where we can go

Get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam

Don't know who took the checkered

But I'm sure glad I met her

I won't ever forget her

'Cause her kiss is tastin' better than a

Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam

Shakin' that ice back and forth

Sweat on the side, red on the rim

Making me wanna steal a sip

Somethin' bout it's so damn hot

I'ma need one of them to cool me off

And I know you know where we can go

Get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam

A whiskey-Coke in styrofoam

Yeah, a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam