Alright now, this is a little modern-day love song for ya

People at this honky-tonk,They′re about to drive me insane.

To tell you the truth, my darlin',

You′re the only reason I came.

But your beauty's so distractin',

Hope it don′t lead to my demise.

Can you please tell your boobs

To stop lookin′ at my eyes.

They're playing crummy rap music,

And there ain′t even a band.

Ah, And I wouldn't even be here,

But you hold my heart in your hands.

Yes you do, baby.

So before I lose my cool,

And start actin′ like them other dirty guys,

Would you please tell your boobs

To stop lookin' at my eyes.

Yo there, brother, we′re giving' you a shout.

Got the bitches in stitches, and we're all hangin′ out.

Lookin′ good in the hood, tell you what it's all about.

Shoot that rapper, and let the guitar player play

If it wasn′t for the alcohol,

I would be quoting Voltair.

But with that cute rocking' bod′ of yours,

I can't do nothin′ but stare.

Let's go to your place, baby,

Stay up and watch the sun rise.

But first please tell your boobs

To stop lookin' at my eyes.

I′ll be your sex object.

I′ll be your good ol' boy toy.

We′ll have the perfect redneck wedding,

Then a little bundle of joy.

And somewhere down the road

We'll look back and we′ll laugh about this night.

When I said, "Tell your boobs

To stop lookin' at my eyes."

Yeah, later down the road

We′ll look back and we'll laugh about this night.

Yes we will

Right now won't you tell your boobs

To stop lookin′ at my eyes.

Stick out your boobsies

Stick out your boobsies

Stick out your boobs now