Hood up, bent over that carbeurator
I skinned my knuckle, damn that hurt
Got a six pack chillin on ice for later
And grease all over my white t-shirt
My brother taught me how to throw a curve ball
The cheerleadin thing never felt quite right
When it comes to high fashion I hit a brick wall
This girl’s just one of the guys
You can dress me up but it won’t change
The way I walk against the grain
I can rock your world and if my mood is right
You can take me home but I’m gonna drive
Cause this girl’s just one of the guys
I can throw darts, talk about fishin
Tell a dirty joke and watch NASCAR
I can help you with your love life and tell you bout women