Goons Of Hazzard

Happy hour belongs to america's best-loved thugs

Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises

Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers

We couldn't find a chick to sit in the middle

So we drink ourselves sick

Lean out the windows and pinch ass instead



We are the goons of hazzard

Glorified on your tv

We run down bikes and hitch hikers

And we know we'll get off scot-free



We're the vigilante heroes of your tough-guy flicks

Bashing punks & bums and fags

With our baseball bats

No deer to blow away in the woods today

So we go to oroville and shoot a black kid down

Or waste demonstrators in greensboro instead



We are the goons of hazzard

Glorified on your tv

We leave you in a pool of blood

Cos we know we'll get off scot-free



Let's get him