For B.J. & M. (You Know Who You Are)

The dark sky is lit by a thousand sparkling stars
The moon, just a sliver
The air, cool and crisp
It is a perfect night

I put on my fines' flannel
I shine my boots 'til they's a gleamin'
This here is gonna be a night to remember
Yessir, a night to remember

I head out the door and pick me some flo'rs
some a them pertty yellow ones Momma grows
She grows 'em by the hunderds
They's all over our yard
Lookin' pertty as kin be

Well I open Big Bertha's door
but I freeze right thar
'cuz I smelled him 'fore I seen him
"Oh dear Lord!" I cried.
My ole Bubba done it again
He done swum in the lagoon
My ole Bubba
He done swum in the lagoon
His smell ain't so pertty
An' he don't look so fine
But dat Bubba
Dat ole Bubba
Dat ole Bubba, yeah, He's mine

Now my ole Bubba, he's a happy boy
He comes to say hello
Dat ole Bubba shore do love me
Well my fine flannel ain't so fine no mo'e
But my woman, she's a waitin' and
I ain't got time fer ta be slow
My '57 Chevy, she's rumbles to a start
I put 'er inta first
an' head on out to Bart's

Jus' afore I git thar
I'm recitin' what to say
Don' wanna git it wrong
And make her run the other way
I close my eyes to memorize
them words to make 'er mine
Too late I open 'em agin
I swerve to miss the porkipine
But somethin' jus' ain't right I see
'Cuz now my spit cup
just done fell over
in my Chevy truck

I got goo slidin' down my winders
and drippin' from my hair
Good thing my woman loves me
and I know she gonna meet me thar
I pull my Chevy into Bart's
I see her waitin' thar
She sho do look good
My woman with 'er orange hair
Good ole Bart, he takes us to our table
and then he rings the bell
I say, "Bart, go git us some
Possum on the half shell."

Now I git down on my knee
I ask my woman ta marry me
She looks at me an' smiles
She says, "Yore smell ain't so pertty
An' ya don' look so fine
But dis Bubba
Dis ole Bubba
Dis ole Bubba, yeah, you's mine"