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 while. In fact,

three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin' hog

to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this 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'



Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave", this pretty little thing come

up to me and starts kneadin' my balls like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock. 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'



So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true. So I says,

"Even this one I have where Jesus Christ is jackhammering 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'