When she comes

She’ll be choking on a banjo when she comes, (twang-twang!) She’ll be choking on a banjo when she comes She’ll be deep-throating the chorus, Screaming “Y’all ain't ready for us!” She’ll be choking on a banjo when she comes She’ll be double-fisting pickles when she comes, (snack break!) She’ll be double-fisting pickles when she comes There’ll be relish in her hair, And not a single soul will care— She’ll be double-fisting pickles when she comes We’ll be spanking naked drummers when she comes, (with rhythm!) We’ll be spanking naked drummers when she comes There’ll be latex in the barn, And the cows’ll sound alarm— We’ll be spanking naked drummers when she comes She’ll be dripping in pure nonsense when she comes, She’ll be howling like a banshee just for fun If the neighbors start complainin’, We’ll just blame it on the rainin’ She’ll be dripping in pure nonsense when she comes