We met a while ago.
At the State Fair.
He was showing his blue ribbon pig.
I was thinging big.
While I was combing my hair.
He was never like the other guys,
Selling curly-fries,
Or rigging the games.
4-H was his one true love.
We'd hang out above
The dunk-tank when it rains.
Gonna step-up, step-up, step right up.
I'm never-ever never-ever coming home.
I'm really into the boys that work there.
The feeling you get when your ticket they tear.
Four days in May: The State Fair!
I used to go out with the other man.
He ran the sno-cone stand.
He looked good from behind.
I like a baggy kind of overall.
They don't really show at all.
I can use my mind
I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step right up.
I'm never-ever never-ever coming home.
Let me tell 'bout a kid I know. We met a while ago. At the State Fair. He was showing his blue ribbon pig. I was thinging big. While I was combing my hair. He was never like the other guys, Selling curly-fries, Or rigging the games. 4-H was his one true love. We'd hang out above The dunk-tank when it rains. Gonna step-up, step-up, step right up. I'm never-ever never-ever coming home. I'm really into the boys that work there. The feeling you get when your ticket they tear. Four days in May: The State Fair! I used to go out with the other man. He ran the sno-cone stand. He looked good from behind. I like a baggy kind of overall. They don't really show at all. I can use my mind I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step right up. I'm never-ever never-ever coming home. Explain Request ×
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