I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love. It had been a 





Hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. Well, that night I lost myself 



To ruby red lips, milky white skin and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell. 







Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' 



Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' 



Well I find it's quite a thrill 



When she grinds me against her will 



Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' 









Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin', ‘cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer." Well she smiled, 



Had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern, and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask as I do my little kooky dance. And 



Then she told me to shush. I guess she could sense my desperation. ‘Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl. 







Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' 



Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' 



Well I find it's quite a thrill 



When she grinds me against her will 



Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' 









Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on 



Santa Claus's tummy-tum?" Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean. 



Got to nail her back at her trailer. Heh. That rhymes. I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby 



Formula. 







Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' 



Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' 



Well I find it's quite a thrill 



When she grinds me against her will 



Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' 







Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin and slid on into The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop. 



There I was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb", when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton. Well, my heart just dropped. 



So, I decided to do what any good Christian would. You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice and polish the 



One-eyed gopher when your doin' seventy-five in an eighteen-wheeler. I never thought missing children could be so sexy. Did I say that out loud? 







Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' 



Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' 



Well I find it's quite a thrill 



When she grinds me against her will 



Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'