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Big Ol' Cheeks


Artist: That Beach Sound Cartel
Artist's Description
Humorous retro country-surf storytelling inspired by beach bars, Southern Americana, and vintage novelty jukebox singles. Blends coastal humor, steel guitar swagger, bar-band energy, and old-school observational songwriting with playful cinematic beach-town attitude.

Genre(s): Country, Rockabilly, Traditional Country, Soft Rock
Mood(s): Fun, Happy, Playful, Silly
Style(s): Comedy
Language(s): English
Big Ol' CheeksStandard License:$79.00
Extended License:$199.00
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Big Ol' Cheeks

By That Beach Sound Cartel
BIG OL’ CHEEKS

[Verse 1]

Why are big butts
the norm these days?
Wasn’t like that
when I was raised.

Back when cutoff shorts
were king,
Little bitty booties
was everything.

We liked small waists,
tiny faded jeans,
Now everybody walkin’ ’round
built like limousines.

[Chorus]

Big ol’ cheeks
everywhere I go,
Big ol’ cheeks
shakin’ row by row.

Rollin’ through the Walmart
slow and sweet,
Lord have mercy,
look at them cheeks.

I ain’t tryin’ to be rude,
just tellin’ it straight,
One little toot
might evacuate the state.

Good Lord…

I miss the days
when a little booty was fine,
Now everybody out here
built like a double-wide.

[Verse 2]

Used to be Daisy Duke
stoppin’ traffic lights,
Now yoga pants got everybody
startin’ fights.

Girls on TikTok
twerkin’ it up for fame,
Half the town throwin’ out
their backs — cryin’ shame.

[Chorus]

Big ol’ cheeks
everywhere I go,
Big ol’ cheeks
shakin’ row by row.

Rollin’ through Buc-ee’s
slow and sweet,
Lord have mercy,
look at them cheeks.

I ain’t tryin’ to be rude,
just callin’ it like I see,
One little spark, damn,
might burn down Tennessee.

I miss the days
when a little booty was fine,
Now every pair of Wranglers
fightin’ for their lives.

[Verse 3]

Back in high school
we’d cruise the Dairy Queen,
Girls looked smokin’ hot
in faded Maybelline.

Now every selfie angle
got a whole new plan,
These phones workin’ overtime
tryin’ to fool a man.

[Chorus]

Big ol’ cheeks
everywhere I go,
Shakin’ through the Walmart
row by row.

Lord have mercy,
I ain’t tryin’ to be rude,
But one little toot
might blow up the neighborhood.

I miss the days
when a little booty was fine,
Now everybody out here
built like a double-wide.

[Bridge]

Down at the county fair
Friday night in June,
Corn dogs fryin’,
Hank playin’ tunes.

Saw a carnival sign
by the Tilt-A-Whirl,
“You must be this tall to ride…”

Didn’t mention nothin’
’bout them girls
needin’ “Wide Load” stickers
just to squeeze on through.

Whole damn midway stopped
when them cheeks came into view.

[Final Chorus]

Now it’s big ol’ cheeks
everywhere I turn,
Half of Hollywood
got injections to burn.

I’m just an old fool
rememberin’ when,
Back when sexy fit easy
in blue denim.

Now it’s big ol’ cheeks
everywhere I go,
Shakin’ through the Walmart
row by row.

[Outro]

Big ol’ cheeks…
everywhere I go…

Big ol’ cheeks…
shakin’ row by row…

Lord have mercy…
look at them cheeks…

Big ol’ cheeks…
big ol’ cheeks…

Big ol’ cheeks…
everywhere I go…

Big ol’ cheeks…
shakin’ row by row…

Lord have mercy…
look at them cheeks…
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