I do do well at the gas station.
I do clean up there.
I was pumping gas in Louisville, Kentucky recently, actually,
and this man approached me at the pump.
He was old enough to be my dad, okay,
possibly old enough to be my granddad, right,
which we all know, we all agree that that is hot, right?
So hot.
So, like, he was also so drunk.
It was 11 a.m.
He was so drunk at 11 a.m. that his eyes were closed, okay?
And that is not hot, not hot.
Hot.
But he started talking to me, right?
He was just like, hey, bitch.
I would * you, and I thought that was really nice, you know?
But he wasn't done.
That was just the first half of the sentence.
The second half was this.
He said, does that mean there's something wrong
with me?
With my brain?
And that's not hot, that's mean.
But the answer is yes, there is something wrong
with everyone who's attracted to me,
and I'd love to tell you about this
in the form of my next song.
DJ, hit it!