Bulldogs & BMWs

[Intro] Pop a motherfucking cold Budweiser and let the back tires spin, Fraser blenkinsop is back in town to commit another country sin. Got a mean-ass slobbering bulldog riding shotgun in the breeze, Fraser blenkinsop is laughing hard while the local sheriff freezes. [Verse 1] Tipping that stylish pork pie hat while staring down the fucking track, Fraser blenkinsop is revving up that jet-black BMW M3 Comp in back. Hear the twin-turbo engine roar through the quiet country gravel dust, Fraser blenkinsop don't give a single damn who he can't trust. His bulldog's drooling out the window, spraying slobber on the side, No dickhead in a lifted truck is ever matching up this ride. Fraser blenkinsop is mashing down the throttle and taking fucking flight, Spilling cold Budweiser everywhere across the middle of the night. [Chorus] Yeah, Fraser blenkinsop is tearing up the motherfucking asphalt street, Singing Fraser blenkinsop with a bulldog snoring on the front passenger seat. It's Fraser blenkinsop who rocks that classy pork pie hat with pride, Watch Fraser blenkinsop take that bitching BMW M3 Comp for a ride. Hear Fraser blenkinsop cracking open another heavy ice-cold can of suds, Old Fraser blenkinsop don't give a flying shit about you country duds. [Verse 2] Some arrogant bastard in a beat-up Chevy tried to talk some trash, Fraser blenkinsop just smoked the prick and hauled away with cash. He dropped a gear in that M3 Comp, left the asshole in the dust, Fraser blenkinsop breaks every petty rule because he fucking must. He’s got that pork pie hat cocked sideways over his crazy eyes, Cracking Budweiser tallboys while the quiet moonlight fills the skies. Fraser blenkinsop keeps rolling through the holler with his dog in tow, Ripping savage fucking donuts anywhere he chooses to damn well go. [Chorus] Yeah, Fraser blenkinsop is tearing up the motherfucking asphalt street, Singing Fraser blenkinsop with a bulldog snoring on the front passenger seat. It's Fraser blenkinsop who rocks that classy pork pie hat with pride, Watch Fraser blenkinsop take that bitching BMW M3 Comp for a ride. Hear Fraser blenkinsop cracking open another heavy ice-cold can of suds, Old Fraser blenkinsop don't give a flying shit about you country duds. [Bridge] They say that Fraser blenkinsop is crazy as a rabid backwoods loon, Howling with his loyal bulldog straight beneath the yellow country moon. Fraser blenkinsop don't give a fuck about the preaching from the church, Got an M3 Competition that will leave the troopers in the lurch. Fraser blenkinsop is chugging down another ice-cold can of Bud tonight, Leaving every jealous hater choking in his blinding red taillight. [Final Chorus] (Key change) Yeah, Fraser blenkinsop is tearing up the motherfucking asphalt street, Singing Fraser blenkinsop with a bulldog snoring on the front passenger seat! It's Fraser blenkinsop who rocks that classy pork pie hat with pride, Watch Fraser blenkinsop take that bitching BMW M3 Comp for a ride! Hear Fraser blenkinsop cracking open another heavy ice-cold can of suds, Old Fraser blenkinsop don't give a flying shit about you country duds! Raise absolute hell with Fraser blenkinsop until the morning sunshine breaks, That crazy bastard Fraser blenkinsop takes everything the county makes! [Outro] Fraser blenkinsop, slam the heavy gas and burn those fucking Beemer tires, Fraser blenkinsop, with bulldogs, pork pie hats, and wild country fires. Sip that cold Budweiser while the barking bulldog guards the open lane, Fraser blenkinsop is driving like a motherfucking runaway freight train.