I've been listening to the jukebox, and it's getting kind of sad Those radio fellas must be driving themselves completely mad They're crying in their whiskey over women they can't tame Man, those boys would drop their beers if they just heard your name Well, that copper-haired flirt could steal any man, it's true But she wouldn't last five minutes trying to pull that stunt on you My heart is locked up tight, babe, she'd just waste her breath You'd look at her, she'd run away, and scare that girl to death That guy fled to Tennessee 'cause dimple owns his past And a cowboy got so tangled up, Delilah ran too fast So tell those radio fellas I'm your number one fan 'Cause nothing turns me on, just to be your man I don't own a double-wide trailer, but you'll always be my queen Keeping up that lifestyle looks a bit financially lean Meanwhile you split a basket meal and call that eatin' fine Girl, your taste in frozen pizza oughta be a country line That giddy up, oom poppa, oom poppa, mow mow Sounds like a man who just let his whole world go If our dirty laundry made the radio somehow It'd just be me apologizin' for forgettin' towels That guy fled to Tennessee 'cause dimple owns his past And a cowboy got so tangled up, Delilah ran too fast So tell those radio fellas I'm your number one fan 'Cause nothing turns me on, just to be your man That guy could handle Bobby jo and Betty lou but he'd still lose his mind on you And the man crying, drinkin' cab in a solo, would cry whole rivers just to hold you 'Cause one look from you in sweatpants and their brains just would depart You casually stroll by and short-circuit every heart That guy fled to Tennessee 'cause dimple owns his past And a cowboy got so tangled up, Delilah ran too fast So tell those radio fellas I'm your number one fan 'Cause, you know, yeah, I'm a rebel, but a sensitive man