[Verse 1] Papa didn't preach, papa dropped the clutch Half-empty bottle, two-drink crutch Swerving through the county like a NASCAR pro Two little hoodlums screaming, “Let’s go!” “Hold my beer, kids, watch the local police!” Taught us all the bylaws of disturbing the peace We had aliases ready for the district judge 'Cause the blood on his knuckles was a permanent smudge [Chorus] He’s the crash-out king Of the trailer park lane Crashin’ through the night With a diesel-soaked brain He let that old Chevy Take the kids back home Just a couple outlaws With no chrome [Verse 2] “Who’s your daddy?” “Damn sure ain’t me” Whiskey breath and missing front teeth “I ain’t your real dad, I’m your warden, you fools!” Then he dropped us off late at elementary school Bruised and battered like a Saturday prize With a twinkle of madness in his bloodshot eyes We wrecked three sedans in a span of four weeks While he lectured us kids on the art of bad technique [Chorus] He’s the crash-out king Of the trailer park lane Crashin’ through the night With a diesel-soaked brain He let that old Chevy Take the kids back home Just a couple outlaws With no chrome [Bridge] Fist-fights in the yard He’d swing at his son “Character building!” where we come from, the place where petty lives and feelings are numbed Never saw him sober for a decade or more [Chorus] He’s the crash-out king Of the trailer park lane Crashin’ through the night With a diesel-soaked brain He let that old Chevy Take the kids back home Just a couple outlaws With no chrome [Outro] Yeah, the bailiff knows him By his middle name And the county insurance Won’t cover his shame Here’s to the legend The myth, the extreme The undisputed champ Of the crash-out dream (Sober? Never met her.)
