LYRIC FOR SALE

By That Beach Sound Cartel

[Verse 1]

You told me that it was over
Said I’d really let myself go
I needed to get my shit together
And in shape, from head to toe

You said that you would not be comin’ back
If I didn’t change my attitude
So after you walked out on me
I did what you told me to do

[Verse 2]

Went down to Rocky Point after you left
With a broken heart and cash you hadn’t spent, yet
You said I oughta get myself back in trim
So I crossed the border and started hittin’ the Jim

I got myself all signed up
And a brand-new workout plan
My gym membership comes with a bar tab
And a cold one in my hand

[Chorus]

I started with my Coors
Working on that six-pack
Twelve-ounce preacher curls
Super settin’ with Old Black

I’m getting stronger, getting leaner
Bar-lifting every night
Ain’t missed a single workout
Since you walked out after that fight

[Verse 3]

Two days hittin’ the Jim
When Margarita came along
Said she’d be my personal trainer
If I’d just keep going strong

She put me on a liquid diet
Said hydration was the key
Had me doing beer burpees
And doin’ doubles after three

[Verse 4]

Now I’m fasting until ten
A Tennessee Apple’s all I get
Margarita countin’ all my reps
But I ain’t seen my abs yet

Last night I had an old football dream
Woke up in my drawers, holdin’ my Old Number 7
Slept real hard from all that trainin
Hadn’t peed in bed since I was eleven

[Chorus]

I started with my Coors
Working on that six-pack
Twelve-ounce preacher curls
Super settin’ with Old Black

I’m getting stronger, getting leaner
Bar-lifting every night
Ain’t missed a single workout
Since you walked out after that fight

Checkin’ on my Ring
I saw you pokin’ around
Knockin’ on my door
But I was nowhere to be found

Guess you came to see if I’d been working out
Well, honey, you should see me now

Went down to Rocky Point after you left
Had a broken heart and cash you hadn’t spent, yet

You said I oughta get myself back in trim
So I crossed the border and started hittin’ the Jim

[Final Chorus]

I started with my Coors
Working on that six-pack
Twelve-ounce preacher curls
Super settin’ with Old Black

I’m getting stronger, getting leaner
Bar-lifting every night
Ain’t missed a single workout
Since you walked out after that fight

[Outro]

Margarita says I’m getting leaner
And honey, I reckon that’s true
I’ve been leaning on that bar so much
It’s the only thing holding me through

Still working on my Coors
Beer burpees on the floor
Feeling like ol’ Arnold
Walking out the door

So I crossed the border and started
Hittin’ the Jim

Margarita, I think I’m gonna need a spotter

Or a chaser