I ain't got no tuxedo I don't know what fork to hold She asked me to a dance Where they wear fancy pants Don't like me the way I am Go suck some spam Ain't high falutin' Little bit crazy Ain't high falutin' Pull my daisy Her dad hates me at the front door 'Cause I blew my nose on the floor I ask him how it be Down at the sock factory He said, "Boy, what's that smell?" I said, "Muscatel!" Ain't high falutin' Little bit crazy Ain't high falutin' Pull my daisy The sign on the door says there's a dress code The band sounds like Depechy Mode Let's get out of here Get ourselves a beer Wanna be unzippin' Let's go skinny-dippin' Ain't high falutin' Little bit crazy Ain't high falutin' Pull my daisy I said I ain't, I ain't, I ain't, I ain't, I ain't high falutin' I said I ain't, I ain't, I ain't, I ain't, I ain't high falutin'