Well, your plywood collection looks shiny and mossy
How much did you pay for your orange Husqvarna?
And how much did you spend on your patched flannel jacket
Is it you or your parents in the coupon-clipping racket?
Now shovelling the pit out
And drinking in stands
Sometimes there’s projects that’ve never even had plans
And how much did you pay for your Puckaway sweatshirt
That proves you were there
That you heard of it first?
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Now, how do you afford your Puckaway lifestyle?
How do you afford your Puckaway lifestyle?
How do you afford your Puckaway lifestyle?
Tell me
How much did you pay for the Aunt Judy’s egg plate?
The one she lovingly fried up at the dawn of the day
And how much will she pay for a dozen more eggs?
Ones which she’ll lovingly fry up at the dawn of another day
And how long will the chickens keep laying her new ones?
As long as the farmers’ cans are Busch Light and Kül ones
And how long will the chickens keep laying her new ones?
As long as the farmers’ cans are Busch Light and Kül ones
Burning black plastic
And stumps, logs, and sticks
And woodshed removal
And thousands of bricks
Your lungs will pay dearly now for burnpit magic moments
Ignore this completely with the Sean-shipped components
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Excesses are welcome
You drinkin’ while we’re fellin’
The shed-destruction sometimes hurts feet
Jeremiah’s mill converts trees
The outhouse? We rebuilt it
You’ll never really kill it
Excesses are welcome
You drinkin’ while we’re fellin’
Excesses are welcome
You drinkin’ while we’re fellin’
You drinkin’, you’re drinking while we’re… fellin’
