Ginger Billy: Truck Gang Outlaw

Lyrics

Ginger Billy & The Truck Gang (Redneck Royale)** **[Intro: Spoken, with swagger]** Y’all ever seen a ginger in cut-off jorts, ridin’ a lifted truck, and talkin’ smack? Yeah, you have. That’s me. Ginger Billy, baby! Let’s crank it up, let’s get weird! --- **[Verse 1: Country drawl, with a rap bounce]** I got a six-inch lift and a twelve-pack grin, Red beard burnin’ hotter than a Georgia sin. My truck’s so high, need a ladder just to climb, But the ladies line up, sayin’, “Billy, you so fine!” Got mud on my boots and a mullet in the breeze, Shirtless in December—baby, I aim to please. With my truck gang ridin’, we’re a redneck parade, If you can’t handle the heat, better call the fire brigade! --- **[Chorus: Anthemic, rowdy, singalong]** Ginger Billy & the Truck Gang, Rippin’ up the backroads, doin’ our thang. Laughin’ at the law, moonshine in the tank, We’re wild, we’re weird, we’re the redneck prank! Ginger Billy & the Truck Gang, Booty-shakin’ mamas wanna ride this train. If you ain’t got jorts, you can’t hang— Welcome to the circus, let the ginger reign! --- **[Verse 2: Rap flow, tongue-in-cheek]** Got a rebel yell and a belly full of beer, Twerkin’ in the tailgate, bring your mama here! Got a possum in the cooler, raccoon in the bed, If you see me shirtless, you know it’s goin’ to my head. I’m the king of the creek, the sultan of sass, Got a tattoo of a tractor on my ginger ass. We’re the outlaws of laughter, the jesters of the mud, If you ain’t gettin’ dirty, you ain’t one of us, bud! --- **[Chorus: Repeat, bigger and rowdier]** Ginger Billy & the Truck Gang, Rippin’ up the backroads, doin’ our thang. Laughin’ at the law, moonshine in the tank, We’re wild, we’re weird, we’re the redneck prank! Ginger Billy & the Truck Gang, Booty-shakin’ mamas wanna ride this train. If you ain’t got jorts, you can’t hang— Welcome to the circus, let the ginger reign! --- **[Bridge: Spoken, with comedic ad-libs]** Y’all ever skinny-dipped in a mud hole? Ever tried to out-chug a raccoon? Ever got kicked outta Walmart for ridin’ a lawnmower? Yeah, that’s a Tuesday for us. --- **[Breakdown: Call-and-response, crowd chant]** Who’s got the biggest truck? (Billy!) Who’s got the reddest beard? (Billy!) Who’s got the wildest gang? (We do!) Now crank it up, let’s get weird! --- **[Final Chorus: All-in, party anthem]** Ginger Billy & the Truck Gang, Rippin’ up the backroads, doin’ our thang. Laughin’ at the law, moonshine in the tank, We’re wild, we’re weird, we’re the redneck prank! Ginger Billy & the Truck Gang, Booty-shakin’ mamas wanna ride this train. If you ain’t got jorts, you can’t hang— Welcome to the circus, let the ginger reign! Outro: Spoken, with a wink]** Y’all stay weird, stay wild, and keep them jorts tight. Ginger Billy out!