Kentucky Kama Sutra

[Intro: Solo acoustic guitar pluck, slow country blues harmonica] [Beat drop: Heavy 808 bass punch, fast syncopated drum machine] (Scratches) Yeah... I hear ya... And I got the solution. [chorus] Hey Colonel stay a bit if’n you choose ta Grab a beer Bring it here Sit if it suits ya Wanna know why Baby don’t eat up like she used ta Lemme spit some truth from tha Kentucky Kama Sutra [verse] Firstly know affection isn’t somethin’ you kin buy It is but if you ever do you need not here apply There’s steps to getting’ wet and if you follow then you’ll find You cain’t tell the ingredients from lookin’ at the pie In Kentucky cookin’ folks they like to taste the sauce Dunno where you from but you been sippin’ from the dross Metaphor is what I’m sorely tryin’ to get across There’s more to meals than merely eatin’ up and grabbin’ floss [chorus] Hey Colonel stay a bit if’n you choose ta Grab a beer Bring it here an’ Sit if it suits ya Wanna know why Baby don’t eat up like she used ta Lemme spit some truth from tha Kentucky Kama Sutra [verse] Page one try some muddin’ in a rightly lifted truck Ladies like to learn you ain’t afraid o’ getting’ stuck Page two try some bluegrass with your barbeque at lunch Yo’ date will duly dance wit’ you I surely have a hunch Page three beer and bourbon best when bathin’ in the river Things are gettin’ spicy with the kisses that you give her Page four says to tump a chump and maybe a whole bunch Shawty gonna notice now if you can take a punch [Instrumental Breakdown] [Solo: Raw blues harmonica solo, expressive pitch bends] [Accompaniment: Acoustic guitar plucking, minimal 808 bass rhythm] [chorus] Hey Colonel stay a bit if’n you choose ta Grab a beer Bring it here an’ Sit if it suits ya Wanna know why Baby don’t eat up like she used ta Lemme spit some truth from tha Kentucky Kama Sutra [verse] Nights are warm in summer at the demolition derby Yo’ girl’s gonna love to see that crazy shit You heard me Page five says the cheering’s like ta make her grab you close Stirrin’ up ya’lls blood up under all them sweaty clothes Page six is best censored but it has a diagram Of what is surely comin’ next for you and her and Damn You folla what I’m sayin’ son and soon as you alone You gonna be a callin’ up ta thank me on the phone. [chorus] Hey Colonel stay a bit if’n you choose ta Grab a beer Bring it here an’ Sit if it suits ya Wanna know why Baby don’t eat up like she used ta Lemme spit some truth from tha Kentucky Kama Sutra tha Kentucky Kama Sutra tha Kentucky Kama Sutra tha Kentucky Kama Sutra tha Kentucky Kama Sutra [outtro - bluegrass]