YEEHAW & LIP GLOSS (The Live Stage Spectacular)

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[INTRO]

(Electric guitar twang, crowd cheers)
🎸 “Alright, y’all! Put your boots, wigs, and hopes together— it’s time to giddy-UP and glitter-DOWN!”
(horse neigh + whip crack + someone yells “WERK IT, COWBOY!”)

(Verse 1)

(Banjo riff + cowbell beat)
I strutted in wearin’ leopard chaps,
Boots so loud they caused collapse!
The jukebox said “uh-oh,” and froze mid-song,
Till a cowboy said, “Boy, you belong!”
(crowd: “YEEEEHAW!”)

He had arms like fence posts, chest like art,
I said, “Bless your biceps, where do I start?”
He grinned and said, “I like your sass.”
I said, “Hop in the saddle, let’s skip Sunday Mass!”

(guitar slide + crowd hootin’)

(Chorus)

🎶 YEEHAW & LIP GLOSS! (woo!)
Glitter on the hay, we’re fabulous boss!
Boots kickin’, hips flickin’, moonshine high,
We’re two-steppin’ legends under disco sky! 🎶

(Cowbell solo!) “DING DING DING DING—SHAKE THAT STETSON!”

🎶 Ain’t no shame in this small-town crowd,
Love’s too loud, can’t tone it down!
Raise them beers, give a sassy bow—
It’s YEEHAW & LIP GLOSS, baby, right now! 🎶

(crowd cheers, confetti cannons fire — glitter EVERYWHERE)

(Verse 2)

Now he smells like diesel, and dreams like gold,
And he line-danced wild, pure uncontrolled.
His jeans were tight like a country sin,
Lord help me, where do I begin?

(background singer whisper) “Start with the belt buckle!”

We two-stepped close till sparks caught fire,
That dance floor’s now a gay camp pyre.
The sheriff fainted, the preacher prayed,
The band just winked and kept on playin’!

(fiddle riff + fake horse whinny)

(Chorus)

🎶 YEEHAW & LIP GLOSS! (uh-huh!)
Kick that dust and toss that sauce!
From the barnyard boogie to the courthouse vow,
We’re kissin’ like kings, baby, right now! 🎶

(backup singers)
🎶 “Right now, right now, he’s servin’ cow-wow!” 🎶
(someone pops open a beer can dramatically — pssshhhht!)

(Bridge)

(slow, dramatic lighting — one cowboy spotlighted in pink fog)
🎶 He said, “Boy, I ain’t never seen boots like those.”
I said, “Sweetheart, these boots are sequined with dreams and bad decisions.” 🎶
(crowd swoons and whistles)

🎶 So I took his hand, spun him ‘round,
We broke every rule in that Bible Belt town! 🎶

(beat drops — line dancers in fringe start clapping and spinning)
🎶 Let ‘em gossip, let ‘em stare,
Love’s too strong for the county fair! 🎶

(Final Chorus – Key Change + Fireworks)

🎶 YEEHAW & LIP GLOSS! (YEAH BABY!)
Love’s on fire, the crowd’s in shock!
Boots and hearts, no time for frowns,
We’re rainbow cowboys tearin’ up towns! 🎶

(electric guitar shredding solo — crowd chanting “YEEHAW! YEEHAW!”)

🎶 From the prairies wide to the honky-tonk floor,
We’re fabulous, fearless, and askin’ for more!
Now wave that hat, scream it loud somehow—
It’s YEEHAW & LIP GLOSS, baby, right now! 🎶

(BANG! Fireworks explode — confetti rains down — mechanical bull spins with a drag queen on top yelling “SAVE A HORSE, RIDE EQUALITY!”)

[OUTRO]

(Band fades out on a steel guitar lick)
MC: “Give it up for the lovers, the dreamers, and them high-heeled herders! Remember: real cowboys moisturize and vote glitter!”

(Horse neigh sound + final “YEEEEHAW!”)

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[INTRO] (Electric guitar twang, crowd cheers) 🎸 “Alright, y’all! Put your boots, wigs, and hopes together— it’s time to giddy-UP and glitter-DOWN!” (horse neigh + whip crack + someone yells “WERK IT, COWBOY!”) (Verse 1) (Banjo riff + cowbell beat) I strutted in wearin’ leopard chaps, Boots so loud they caused collapse! The jukebox said “uh-oh,” and froze mid-song, Till a cowboy said, “Boy, you belong!” (crowd: “YEEEEHAW!”) He had arms like fence posts, chest like art, I said, “Bless your biceps, where do I start?” He grinned and said, “I like your sass.” I said, “Hop in the saddle, let’s skip Sunday Mass!” (guitar slide + crowd hootin’) (Chorus) 🎶 YEEHAW & LIP GLOSS! (woo!) Glitter on the hay, we’re fabulous boss! Boots kickin’, hips flickin’, moonshine high, We’re two-steppin’ legends under disco sky! 🎶 (Cowbell solo!) “DING DING DING DING—SHAKE THAT STETSON!” 🎶 Ain’t no shame in this small-town crowd, Love’s too loud, can’t tone it down! Raise them beers, give a sassy bow— It’s YEEHAW & LIP GLOSS, baby, right now! 🎶 (crowd cheers, confetti cannons fire — glitter EVERYWHERE) (Verse 2) Now he smells like diesel, and dreams like gold, And he line-danced wild, pure uncontrolled. His jeans were tight like a country sin, Lord help me, where do I begin? (background singer whisper) “Start with the belt buckle!” We two-stepped close till sparks caught fire, That dance floor’s now a gay camp pyre. The sheriff fainted, the preacher prayed, The band just winked and kept on playin’! (fiddle riff + fake horse whinny) (Chorus) 🎶 YEEHAW & LIP GLOSS! (uh-huh!) Kick that dust and toss that sauce! From the barnyard boogie to the courthouse vow, We’re kissin’ like kings, baby, right now! 🎶 (backup singers) 🎶 “Right now, right now, he’s servin’ cow-wow!” 🎶 (someone pops open a beer can dramatically — pssshhhht!) (Bridge) (slow, dramatic lighting — one cowboy spotlighted in pink fog) 🎶 He said, “Boy, I ain’t never seen boots like those.” I said, “Sweetheart, these boots are sequined with dreams and bad decisions.” 🎶 (crowd swoons and whistles) 🎶 So I took his hand, spun him ‘round, We broke every rule in that Bible Belt town! 🎶 (beat drops — line dancers in fringe start clapping and spinning) 🎶 Let ‘em gossip, let ‘em stare, Love’s too strong for the county fair! 🎶 (Final Chorus – Key Change + Fireworks) 🎶 YEEHAW & LIP GLOSS! (YEAH BABY!) Love’s on fire, the crowd’s in shock! Boots and hearts, no time for frowns, We’re rainbow cowboys tearin’ up towns! 🎶 (electric guitar shredding solo — crowd chanting “YEEHAW! YEEHAW!”) 🎶 From the prairies wide to the honky-tonk floor, We’re fabulous, fearless, and askin’ for more! Now wave that hat, scream it loud somehow— It’s YEEHAW & LIP GLOSS, baby, right now! 🎶 (BANG! Fireworks explode — confetti rains down — mechanical bull spins with a drag queen on top yelling “SAVE A HORSE, RIDE EQUALITY!”) [OUTRO] (Band fades out on a steel guitar lick) MC: “Give it up for the lovers, the dreamers, and them high-heeled herders! Remember: real cowboys moisturize and vote glitter!” (Horse neigh sound + final “YEEEEHAW!”)

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