I could go number one ten times
  Pretty girls that like my rhymes
  You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
  Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
  I could go number one ten times
  Pretty girls that like my rhymes
  You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
  Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
  
  Now I done banged a heap of Betties in various modes of transport
  'N told them as they exit be sure that they close the damn door
  The quiet country types is usually those I'm scared for[??]
  Some scared at first, but usually those demand more
  Really ain't conceited, I just call myself the cutterbug
  A horny little parasite that all the women love to love
  Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was
  Bubba fixin' to get it done, I put that on my brother ??
  Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin'
  Bubba so psst psst knowing that I'm listening
  I ain't gotta chain, boy my peck[?] is all that's glistenin'
  Whachu steamin' on folk, y'all ain't even disciplined
  I ain't leaving nothin', this the house me and my people built
  Huggin' me and dappin' me, buddy I can see your guilt
  It's cold when you're wrong and you lookin' like you need a quilt
  Y'all matter less everytime this margarita tilt
  
  I could go number one ten times
  Pretty girls that like my rhymes
  You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
  Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
  I could go number one ten times
  Pretty girls that like my rhymes
  You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
  Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
  
  A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would probably disappear
  Get some show money from UGLY and buy a keg of beer
  And another pig to give my other pigs some company
  Rent a doublewide and just live it out in luxary
  In due time, but there's business left to attend to
  I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to
  And another ? before my great aunt Missy
  Yea, I've been drinkin' but I ain't that pissy
  Thinkin' back to when my daddy told me what it's all about
  He said no matter what I do in life, some of y'all'll pout
  I can deal with that long as all my folks is eatin' good
  Let that channel pass over more than any Easter could
  I'm on the roll again and I ain't talkin' ecstacy
  Tell them folks at Interscope they fixin' to write some checks to me
  Soon as me and Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop
  Man I think you right, it ain't nothing but some hen???
  
  I could go number one ten times
  Pretty girls that like my rhymes
  You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
  Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
  I could go number one ten times
  Pretty girls that like my rhymes
  You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
  Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
  
  I'm back off in the saddle with smile and that cajolery
  Mama always knew how big a stallion I would grow to be
  Way beyond these suckers both lyrically and vocally
  I doubted for a moment, now it's clear to me I'm supposed to be
  An uncanny whit plus a time that is impeccable
  Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable
  How does Bubba do it, you won't find it in a manual
  Confused them all at first so this time is understandable
  Staring at the ceiling fan, pondering my future now
  Wondering what the hell to do with all this loot I found
  Got my tractor polished up and I'm as drunk as Cooter Brown
  Navigating yet another one of Timmy's supersounds
  
  I could go number one ten times
  Pretty girls that like my rhymes
  You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
  Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
  I could go number one ten times
  Pretty girls that like my rhymes
  You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
  Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny...