Letra de Buttholeville
Tired of living in Buttholeville Tired of my job and my wife Lucille Tired of my kids: Ronnie and Neil Tired of my 68 BonnevilleWorking down at Billy Bob's Bar and Grille The food here tastes like the way I feel There's a girl on the dance floor dressed to kill She's the best-looking woman in ButtholevilleOne day I'm gonna get out of Buttholeville Gonna reach right in, gonna grab the till Buy a brand-new hat and a Coupe DeVille Lay a patch on the road that runs over the hillThere's a beach somewhere where the waters are still Gonna lay in the sun 'til my skin peals Drinking the best scotch whiskey, eating lobster and eel And I'm never going back to ButtholevilleNever going, never going, never going, never going back! Back, back, back, back to Buttholeville Back to Buttholeville Never going, never going, never going, never going Never going, never going, never goingBack, going back, going