Lyrics

[Verse]
Well, down at the diner where the coffee's black and strong,
We gather 'round the counter, trade tales all day long.
Old Earl starts laughing, says, "Boy, it ain't no riddle—
Those tight jeans you're sporting got you dancing down the middle!"

[Chorus]
Oh, the mooseknuckle blues, it's a sight to behold,
Too much fabric pulling, and it's getting old.
You might call it fashion, but it's got us amused,
Everybody's talking 'bout the mooseknuckle blues.

[Verse 2]
Billy wore his Wranglers, fit as tight as a drum,
The way they hug his body, you'd think he's come undone.
He tried to sit down, but the seams nearly popped,
Now he's walking funny and he just can't stop.

[Chorus]
Oh, the mooseknuckle blues, it's a sight to behold,
Too much fabric pulling, and it's getting old.
You might call it fashion, but it's got us amused,
Everybody's talking 'bout the mooseknuckle blues.

[Bridge]
Now listen here, darlin', when you're dressing for the day,
Think about the comfort, not just the display.
'Cause when the denim squeezes in all the wrong parts,
You'll have folks like us pointing, and that's just the start.

[Verse 3]
Well, Judy said to Billy, "Honey, loosen those clothes,
Your pride ain't worth the trouble where your waistband goes."
He laughed and said, "Sugar, you don't understand,
This ain't just fashion, babe, it's who I am!"