Goons of Hazzard lyrics

Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs

Here come the four-wheel drive prosthetic penises

Got your gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers

We couldn't find a chick to sit in the middle

So we drink ourselves sick, lean out the windows and pinch ass instead

We are the goons of Hazzard

Glorified on your TV

We run down bikes and hitchhikers

And we know we'll get off scot-free

We're the vigilante heroes of your tough guy flicks

Bashing punks and bums and fags with our baseball bats

No deer to blow away in the woods today

So we go to Oroville and shoot a black kid down

Or waste demonstrators in Greensboro instead

We are the goons of Hazzard

Glorified on your TV

We'll leave you in a pool of blood

'Cause we know we'll get off scot-free

Let's get him!

C'mere!

C'mere!

Say something to me?

We've got him cornered

We've got him cornered

Is anybody looking?

Does anybody even care?

No!

The local papers paint us up to be big heroes

City fathers and chamber of commerce want us deputized

Stoner gestapo keeping your town clean

Get a shave kid, we'll pay you as a strikebreaker

Maybe you'll be make Tac Squad for the L.A.P.D.

We are the goons of Hazzard

Glorified on your TV

We'll leave you in a pool of blood

'Cause we know we'll get off scot-free

Free...

Scot-free

Scot-free

We'll get off...

We'll get off...

We'll get off scot-free