Toby Keith - Red Solo Cup Lyrics

Toby Keith - Red Solo Cup Lyrics

now, red solo cup is the best receptacle
for barbecues, tailgates, fairs, and festivals
and you, sir, do not have a pair of testicles
if you prefer drinkin’ from glass

hey, red solo cup is cheap and disposable
and in fourteen years, they are decomposable
and unlike my home, they are not foreclosable
freddy, man, can kiss my ass

whoo!

red solo cup
i fill you up
let’s have a party
let’s have a party

i love you, red solo cup
i lift you up
proceed to party
proceed to party

now, i really love how you’re easy to stack
but i really hate how you’re easy to crack
‘cause when beer runs down in front of my pack
well, that, my friends, is quite yucky

but i have to admit that the ladies get smitten
admirin’ at how sharply my first name is written
on you with a sharpie when i get to hittin’
when i get to hittin’ on them to help me get lucky

red solo cup
i fill you up
let’s have a party
let’s have a party

i love you, red solo cup
i lift you up
proceed to party
proceed to party

now, i’ve seen you in blue and i’ve seen you in yellow
but only you, red, will do for this fellow
‘cause you are the abbot to my costello
and you are the fruit to my loom

red solo cup, you’re more than just plastic
you’re more than amazing, you’re more than fantastic
and believe me that i am not the least bit sarcastic
when i look at you and say

red solo cup, you’re not just a cup
(no! no! no! god, no! )
you’re my-you’re my (friend?) friend
(friend x3; life-long)
thank you for being my friend

red solo cup
i fill you up
let’s have a party
let’s have a party

i love you, red solo cup
i lift you up
proceed to party
proceed to party

Toby Keith - Made In America Lyrics

Toby Keith - Made In America Lyrics

my old man’s that old man,
spent his life livin’ off the land,
dirty hands, and a clean soul.
breaks his heart seein’ foreign cars,
filled with fuel that isn’t ours
and wearin’ cotton he didn’t grow

he’s got the red, white, and blue flyin’ high on the farm
simper fi tattooed on his left arm
spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says u.s.a.
won’t buy nothin’ that he can’t fix,
with wd40 and a craftsman wrench
he ain’t prejudice he’s just, made in America

his wife, she’s that wife that decorates on the 4th of july
but says “every day’s independence day”
she’s golden rule, teaches school,
some folks say it isn’t cool but she says the pledge of allegiance anyway.

got the red, white, and blue flyin’ high on the farm
semper fi tattooed on his left arm
spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says u.s.a.
won’t buy nothin’ that he can’t fix,
with WD-40 and a craftsman wrench
he ain’t prejudice he’s just, made in America

born in the heartland, raised up a family
of King James and uncle Sam

got the red, white, and blue flyin’ high on the farm
semper fi tattooed on his left arm
spends a little more at the store for a tag in the back that says u.s.a.
won’t buy nothin’ that he can’t fix,
with wd40 and a craftsman wrench
he ain’t prejudice he’s just, made in America

made in America
made in America

my old man’s that old man,
he’s made in America

America!