My Baby Loves Malt Liquor

Roger Alan Wade

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Tom:
D Loves to wash it down with a figthin' **** kicker
A E Just layin' on that big ass clickin' that clicker Lord
A My baby she loves malt liquor [Verse]
A Yeah her ex-old man was a guitar picker
D Then Lord he likely blew his ticker
A E He couldn't keep the fridge full of Colt 45
A When the booze ran out she sent him packin'
D Went lookin' for a man with corporate backin'
A E A Fat lips smackin' underneath that big beehive [Verse]
A Yeah she got a pocket book full of cigarettes and Snickers
D She got room on her rump for a big bumper sticker
A E I'm just glad if it don't say "honk if I'm ugly and fat"
A 'Cause If I had a horn I'd have to blow it
D And she'd say "kiss my ass" and then she'd show it
A E A And I rather go blind than look at somethin' like that [Chorus] N.C My baby she loves malt liquor
D Loves to wash it down with a fightin' **** kicker
A E Just layin' on her drunk ass clickin' that clicker Lord
A My baby she loves malt liquor [Verse]
A Yeah it's been 3 weeks since she changed them knickers
D And all she wants to do is drink and bicker
A E Hell I'd hose her down and she'd just brush her tooth
A She loves bon-bons, ding-dongs, birthday cakes
D A wig-wearin' walkin-talkin' big earthquake
A E A Ah she ran off she was gnawin' on a Baby Ruth [Chorus/Outro] N.C My baby she loves malt liquor
D Loves to wash it down with a fightin' **** kicker
A E Just layin' on her drunk ass clickin' that clicker Lord
A My baby she loves malt liquor
E A Yeah well my baby she loves malt liquor
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