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This one is pretty much self-explanatory. It's not really a true Tiny_Man_Inside song though, as the guitarist is singing, not the real vocalist. We might end up re-working it as a real TMI tune, but for now, it's basically just a goof.
I wrote this song after several trips from Washington DC to upstate New York, whereupon I had many experiences with horrible minivan drivers sporting Nascar stickers in their back windshields. Jeff Gordon Rules!
I wrote this song after several trips from Washington DC to upstate New York, whereupon I had many experiences with horrible minivan drivers sporting Nascar stickers in their back windshields. Jeff Gordon Rules!
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Lyrics
Let me clue you in
That’s not a Porsche you’re driving
’86 Lumina
At the morgue you’re arrivin’
If you can’t cool out
Stop driving like an ***h***
Eight kids in the back
Birth control is a hassle
Reaching in the back
Smackin’ up your crying kids
Drop ‘em off at grandma’s
Then you’re gonna go get lit
Throwing back that Bud
Then back into your mini-van
Now you’re drunk as *u**
Just another Nascar fan
Nascar Minivan Redneck X 8
Budweiser / Walmart / huntin’ / Pepsi / Nascar / fightin’ / Twinkies / wrastlin’ / Spam / mullets / Cameros
Swerving all around
Can’t even stay in your lane
Even when you’re sober
You drive like you’ve got no brain
End up in a ditch
Flipped over upside down
Or maybe in a swamp
Careful not to drown
Got the “Jesus Saves”
Sticker in the back window
And the supped up engine
Yeah, this baby’ll go
And the dents and rust
Give it a little extra class
Gun rack in the back
‘Cuz huntin’ is such a blast!
Nascar Minivan Redneck X 8
Who’s your favorite driver?
So many from which to choose
Can’t worry about it now
Distract you from your booze
Little metal boxes
Going round and round
And round and round
And round and round and round
(left turn now)
Nascar Minivan Redneck X 8
And round and round
And round and round and round
(left turn now)
RANT
That’s not a Porsche you’re driving
’86 Lumina
At the morgue you’re arrivin’
If you can’t cool out
Stop driving like an ***h***
Eight kids in the back
Birth control is a hassle
Reaching in the back
Smackin’ up your crying kids
Drop ‘em off at grandma’s
Then you’re gonna go get lit
Throwing back that Bud
Then back into your mini-van
Now you’re drunk as *u**
Just another Nascar fan
Nascar Minivan Redneck X 8
Budweiser / Walmart / huntin’ / Pepsi / Nascar / fightin’ / Twinkies / wrastlin’ / Spam / mullets / Cameros
Swerving all around
Can’t even stay in your lane
Even when you’re sober
You drive like you’ve got no brain
End up in a ditch
Flipped over upside down
Or maybe in a swamp
Careful not to drown
Got the “Jesus Saves”
Sticker in the back window
And the supped up engine
Yeah, this baby’ll go
And the dents and rust
Give it a little extra class
Gun rack in the back
‘Cuz huntin’ is such a blast!
Nascar Minivan Redneck X 8
Who’s your favorite driver?
So many from which to choose
Can’t worry about it now
Distract you from your booze
Little metal boxes
Going round and round
And round and round
And round and round and round
(left turn now)
Nascar Minivan Redneck X 8
And round and round
And round and round and round
(left turn now)
RANT
I hat min vans too! Hahahaha! This is helllarious!