Kyle Gibbons in a Glamour Shot

Songtext

[Verse 1] Kyle Gibbons walked in wearing Sunday best A glamour-shot jacket stretched across his chest The photographer blinked, then he checked the name Said, “Son, you look famous, but I can’t place the face” [Pre-Chorus] Was it a western movie hero with a jaw carved out of stone? Or a movie-star pretty boy who’d just come back home? We passed that print around the room and everybody swore That curly mullet had been sent from heaven’s barber shop door [Chorus] Hey Kyle, strike a pose, let the county fair decide You’re the finest-looking mystery on either side With chest hair like a welcome mat and pecs built broad and proud You did the Cotton-Eye Joe and brought the whole place down Hey Kyle, hold that smile, don’t let that picture fade That’s the best you’ve ever looked, the finest shot you’ve made [Verse 2] The bangs curled high like a flag in the breeze The collar stood taller than the sycamore trees He turned one shoulder, gave the camera a stare And the flash lit up every strand of chest hair [Pre-Chorus] Then the fiddle struck a measure and he shuffled through the hall Boot heels flying sideways like he owned the whole dance floor Aunt June dropped her lemonade, old Roy forgot his line When Kyle spun that Cotton-Eye Joe, the stars began to shine [Chorus] Hey Kyle, strike a pose, let the county fair decide You’re the finest-looking mystery on either side With chest hair like a welcome mat and pecs built broad and proud You did the Cotton-Eye Joe and brought the whole place down Hey Kyle, hold that smile, don’t let that picture fade That’s the best you’ve ever looked, the finest shot you’ve made [Bridge] Couldn’t tell who raised that handsome face Couldn’t tell what bloodline won the race But we knew one thing when the shutter snapped That mullet had the whole decade trapped [Instrumental Break] [Final Chorus] Hey Kyle, strike a pose, let the county fair decide You’re the finest-looking mystery on either side With chest hair like a welcome mat and pecs built broad and proud You did the Cotton-Eye Joe and brought the whole place down Hey Kyle, hold that smile, let the family brag away That’s the best you’ve ever looked, and that’s all we’ll say Best he’s ever looked, let the fiddle testify Kyle Gibbons in a glamour shot—turning heads till closing time [Outro] Curly mullet on point, boots tapping on the floor Kyle found his finest hour—and then he danced for more