were Austin Wood and tin provide the sound I'll forge dreams from your cigarette ash Tonight I'm gonna tear the cover off this town Like my last name was motherfucking Cash These days we drink our beer out of bottles Old and in the way, but I swear it tastes better that way Hey is Junior's sister catching your eye Your should talk to her, think of something to say I don't just smile when I'm sad Tell her that, tell her goddamn I'm glad Summer's coming and we're sporting sundresses and tans We got microphones and big beat for the common man So light the grill, light the grill I'm hungry and the band starts in half an hour They're gonna rock, I know they will Here's hoping Billy's back yard still has power Sing us a happy song Spring is here, the sun is out Easter's come and gone, and I've run out Of things I need to complain about Maybe I'll dance and a nice girl will look my way No one in this world smiles like her No one in this world smiles like her