Muddin' in My Malibu

Start her up, boys. Yeehaw!

Got an '09 Chevy with room for the gear.

Runs off-road and sits three in the rear.

Really fits the needs of a middle-class fam.

Naw, she ain't a truck, just a four-door sedan.

We've got a trunk for a buck,

A hitch for the ski.

We got a cooler on the roof,

Keepin' drinks company.

We'll smoke your Silverado

While we're savin' on fuel.

Then I'm muddin' in my Malibu.

That big truck set you back fifty Gs.

Bet you cain't get to Walmart faster than me.

You're makin' payments.

We're savin' for the kids.

And I'm takin' the spots where your truck can't fit.

We've got a trunk for a buck,

A hitch for the ski.

We got a cooler on the roof,

Keepin' drinks company.

We'll smoke your big Tacoma

While we're savin' on fuel.

Then I'm muddin' in my Malibu.

She still gets buried.

She still gets stuck.

But my husband and his buddies

Just pick her right up.

I back right in the tightest spot on the street,

And when I haul somethin',

I just put down the seat.

Yeah, I'm schoolin' all you boys

In my beat-up little Chevy.

I'm hittin' them turns

Like Mary-oh Andretti.

Dirt and gravel fly

When I leave the driveway.

Wanna lose your pride?

Go on, test me on the highway.

We've got a trunk for a buck,

A hitch for the ski.

We got a cooler on the roof,

Keepin' beer company.

We'll smoke your Silverado

While we're savin' on fuel.

Then I'm muddin' in my Malibu.

Yeah, all our family needs

Is our little sedan.

I love muddin' in my Malibu. Hot damn!

Malibuuuu.

Malibuuuu.

Ooooooo.