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Magic Mullet Theory
He parked near the night club in his grungy Ford
Had a bumper held on with a bungee cord
He stands five foot seven in his big farm boots
Just a sip of whiskey makes him wanna puke
Got his hair cut in a goofy retro do
Looks like Billy Ray way back in 92
And yet its a shocking sin
How the ladies flock to him
It aint his ride
And it aint his height
Yeah, he dresses like an old fart
And he aint got no gold card in his wallet
My friend took a drink
He said, heres what I think
And maybe its tequila
Fuelin my idea but heres what I call it
The magic mullet theory
Trust meit makes sense
And dont be quick to doubt it
I got evidence
Yeah, it seems a little weird
And its kinda eerie
But the only way that Georgia hick
Would git all them gorgeous chicks
Is the magic mullet theory
Rumors say that he was treated like a troll
And he got so lonely that he sold his soul
Saw a gypsy woman at the county fair
And she cast some crazy hoodoo on his hair
Now the girlsre treating him
Like hes Ryan Goslings twin
But it aint his eyes
And it sure aint his size
Hes still small n scrawny
Hes not tall n brawnyhes not handsome
Hell, as I recall
He was almost bald
Then he got some hair plugs
Made from mystic bear rugs and now hes like Samson
Its the magic mullet theory
Trust meit makes sense
And dont be quick to doubt it
I got evidence
Yeah, it seems a little weird
And its kinda eerie
But the only way that Georgia hick
Would git all them gorgeous chicks
Is the magic mullet theory
You can smile and you can scoff
Chuckle at my words and blow them off
But tell mewhats a goober from the farm
Doin with the Hooper triplets on his arm
The magic mullet theory
Trust meit makes sense
And dont be quick to doubt it
I got evidence
Yeah, it seems a little weird
And its kinda eerie
But the only way that Georgia hick
Would git all them gorgeous chicks
Is the magic mullet theory