Letras
The sun is high, no shirt on me, the trailer park is bright
Mr. Lahey's passed out in the lawn chair, everything's alright
Got a pocket full of singles from a job I did last week
The only plan I have today is purely tongue-in-cheek
I'm not mowing any air today, no shit-winds in the sky
Just me and my desires, and I'm a simple kind of guy
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Welcome to the cheeseburger picnic
(Whoa-oh-oh)
The double patties sizzlin' right
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Got my liquor and my weed and
Everything's gonna be alright tonight
The boys are running schemes but they can leave me out of it
I'm tired of their plans that always end up in the shit
They used to call me Smokey, but those days are in the past
This brand new day of greasy joy is built to fucking last
Got a bag of onion rings, a cooler full of beer
There's not a single ounce of doubt, there's not a single fear
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Welcome to the cheeseburger picnic
(Whoa-oh-oh)
The double patties sizzlin' right
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Got my liquor and my weed and
Everything's gonna be alright tonight
(Frig off) With your stupid plans
(Frig off) I got my own demands
(Frig off) I ain't got no shirt on
(Frig off) And I don't even care
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Welcome to the cheeseburger picnic
(Whoa-oh-oh)
The double patties sizzlin' right
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Got my liquor and my weed and
Everything's gonna be alright tonight
Gonna be alright
Whoa-oh-oh
Man's gotta eat