Her ‘Tude ‘n Her Twang V1 Rita-Mae’s struttin’ onto centre stage Wailin’ like a banshee Peelin’ notes off the page Music’s gettin’ louder As the men are crowdin’ round her ‘N the thermostat’s threatenin’ to blow… ‘Cause Rita-Mae’s startin’ her show Chorus With her 'tude 'n her twang She loves doin’ that thang It gets the fellas feelin’ so good She’s got a ton of twangitude A million bucks of bangitude ‘N workin’ it the way she should V2 Rita-Mae’s got ‘em in the palm of her hand She could do it alone Hardly needs any band Plays ‘em like a fiddle She’s the answer to their riddle ‘N perspiration’s goin’ to flow ‘Cause Rita-Mae’s startin’ her show Chorus With her ‘tude ‘n her twang She loves doin' that thang It gets the fellas feelin’ so good She’s got a ton of twangitude A million bucks of bangitude ‘N workin’ it the way she should Bridge She’s meltin’ the metal On the microphone [She’s] glad her daddy can’t see her ‘N her momma’s at home Chorus With her ‘tude ‘n her twang She loves doin' that thang It gets the fellas feelin’ so good She’s got a ton of twangitude A million bucks of bangitude ‘N workin’ it the way she should Outro Rita-Mae’s a Michelangelo Shapin’ the mood With her twang ‘n her ‘tude © 2011-2012 Donna Devine
