Redneck Yacht Club
Im meetin' my buddies out on the lake
We're headed out to a special place we love
That just a few folks know
Theres no signin' up and no monthly dues
Take your Johnson, your Mercury, or your Evinrude and fire it up
And meet us out at party cove
Come on in the waters fine
Just idle on over and toss us a line
Bass trackers, bayliners, and a party barge
Strung together like a floatin' trailer park
Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long!
Side by side there's five houseboat front porches
Astro turf, lawn chairs, and tiki torches
Regular joes rockin the boat, that's us!
The Redneck Yacht Club
Bermudas flip flops and a tank top tan
he popped his first top at ten A.M. thats Bob
he's our president
we're checkin' out the girls on the upper deck
rubbin in the 15 spf its hot
everybody jumpin' in
later on when the sun goes down
well pull out the jar and that ol' guitar
and pass them around!
Bass trackers, bayliners, and a party barge
strung together like a floatin' trailer park
anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long!
side by side there's five houseboat frontporches
astro turf, lawn chairs, and tiki torches
regular joes rockin' the boat, that's us!
The Redneck Yacht Club
when the partys over and we're all alone we'll be makin' waves in a no wake zone!
Bass trackers, bayliners, and a party barge
strung together like a floatin' trailer park
anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long!
side by side there's five houseboat front porches
astro turf, lawn chairs, and tiki torches
regular joes rockin' the boat, thats us!
The Redneck Yacht Club
The Redneck Yacht Club
The Redneck Yacht Club
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