State Farm Songtext / Lyric

High and dried, tire rubber starts burning

Fill her up now before the table starts turning

Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up

Louie's got the gear and Charlie's got his back up



Go, no

And don't it make you feel good?



Says she's a dirt box, you're like a cannibal

Somebody feeds her, sure ain't the state farm

Who buys the tickets and who buys the clothes?

Puts the liquor in her stomach and the powder up her nose






Move, that's right, no

And don't it make you feel good?



Get down, boy

Get down, boy

Get down, boy

Get down



Don't mind me, honey, I'm just looking

Smelt your chicken and I watched you cooking

Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up

You're a bad stain and you need to be cleaned up



Go, no

And don't it make you feel good?

And don't it make you feel good?