[Chorus]
N.C
My baby she loves malt liquor
D
Loves to wash it down with a figthin' **** kicker
A E
Just layin' on that big ass clickin' that clicker Lord
A
My baby she loves malt liquor
[Verse]
A
Yeah her ex-old man was a guitar picker
D
Then Lord he likely blew his ticker
A E
He couldn't keep the fridge full of Colt 45
A
When the booze ran out she sent him packin'
D
Went lookin' for a man with corporate backin'
A E A
Fat lips smackin' underneath that big beehive
[Verse]
A
Yeah she got a pocket book full of cigarettes and Snickers
D
She got room on her rump for a big bumper sticker
A E
I'm just glad if it don't say "honk if I'm ugly and fat"
A
'Cause If I had a horn I'd have to blow it
D
And she'd say "kiss my ass" and then she'd show it
A E A
And I rather go blind than look at somethin' like that
[Chorus]
N.C
My baby she loves malt liquor
D
Loves to wash it down with a fightin' **** kicker
A E
Just layin' on her drunk ass clickin' that clicker Lord
A
My baby she loves malt liquor
[Verse]
A
Yeah it's been 3 weeks since she changed them knickers
D
And all she wants to do is drink and bicker
A E
Hell I'd hose her down and she'd just brush her tooth
A
She loves bon-bons, ding-dongs, birthday cakes
D
A wig-wearin' walkin-talkin' big earthquake
A E A
Ah she ran off she was gnawin' on a Baby Ruth
[Chorus/Outro]
N.C
My baby she loves malt liquor
D
Loves to wash it down with a fightin' **** kicker
A E
Just layin' on her drunk ass clickin' that clicker Lord
A
My baby she loves malt liquor
E A
Yeah well my baby she loves malt liquor