[Intro] [Verse 1] [Background Vocals: subtle] Friday night, dusty old bar stool Got my worn-out boots and a denim jacket, im so cool But I'm lookin' 'round the room and somethin' is wrong Where's the hair that belongs in a country song? [Pre-Chorus] [Energy: Building] [Harmonies] The beer's condensation is the only thing shining bright Guess some things just can't measure up tonight [Chorus] [Energy: High] [Harmonies: full] [Background Vocals: call and response] Give me big feathered hair, give me that spray-can sheen A sculpted blonde vision, a teased-up queen 'Cause your modern cut's slick and your eyes are too cold This six-pack of lager's worth more than the story you told (worth more, worth more) [Verse 2] [Background Vocals: ad-libs] I'm sippin' on suds that are golden and bright (that's right) They never talk back, they just treat me right (treat me right) They don't give me that look, like I'm wasting their time They're straight up and fizzy, a genuine dime [Pre-Chorus] [Energy: Building] [Harmonies] The beer's condensation is the only thing shining bright Guess some things just can't measure up tonight [Chorus] [Energy: High] [Harmonies: full] [Background Vocals: call and response] Give me big feathered hair, give me that spray-can sheen A sculpted blonde vision, a teased-up queen 'Cause your modern cut's slick and your eyes are too cold This six-pack of lager's worth more than the story you told (worth more, worth more) [Instrumental] [Instrument: Pedal Steel, Banjo] [Tempo: Steady] [Callback: maintain verse dynamics] [Refrain] [Bridge] [Vocal Layering] You got no hairspray cloud, no big permanent wave I miss the aesthetic that my heart still craves A simple drink in my hand, that's all I need, friend Unlike some folks, this bottle won't let me pretend [Chorus] [Energy: Explosive] [Harmonies: powerful] [Background Vocals: gang vocals] Give me big feathered hair, give me that spray-can sheen (give me that hair!) A sculpted blonde vision, a teased-up queen (teased-up queen!) 'Cause your modern cut's slick and your eyes are too cold This six-pack of lager's worth more than the story you told (so much more!) [Outro] [Fade Out] [Vocal Chops] [Harmonies: ethereal] A cold brew's better, yeah, it's the truth Back to the big hair days of my youth (big hair days) (of my youth)
