Slickers And Bumpkins
Politically Incorrect 6:28Song Description:
A light-hearted musical comparison to the two stereotypes which
suggests the envy the two may have for each other’s lifestyle.
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Lyrics:
All in our society have their cons and pros.
Thank god for variety, keeps us on our toes.
A Slicker rates his ride by all the “ass” that it can haul.
A Bumpkin counts on towin’ strength that’s at his beck and call.
The Slicker’s “flying phallus” needs to turn a pretty head.
The Bumpkin’s pickup truck requires a king cab and a bed.
City slickers have it made; everything’s in reach.
Country Bumpkins disagree, but they don’t have the beach.
City Slickers! City Slickers!
Country Bumpkins! Country Bumpkins!
When visiting “the tules” seems a Slicker drives too fast.
A Bumpkin clogs the freeway, never caring if he’s last.
A Slicker rides the bus, a train, a plane to work, of course.
The Bumpkin may just use his thumb, or even ride a horse.
Country Bumpkins used to read signs by Burma Shave.
City Slickers concentrate, they will rarely wave.
City Slickers! City Slickers!
Country Bumpkins! Country Bumpkins!
The things they say at supper are not based on their repast.
The Bumpkin has some homemade stew; the Slicker’s food is fast.
But one advantage that the city fella has it’s true.
He’s not as likely to be eating something that he knew.
City Slickers exercise on their Nordic Track
Country Bumpkins! Country Bumpkins love to eat, cut themselves some slack.
City Slickers! City Slickers!
Country Bumpkins! Country Bumpkins!
The dress code for a Slicker has no room for sticker shock
His rural friend’s selection’s based on function not on talk.
The city girl is crazy ‘bout her pants that come with holes.
The farmer’s daughter makes her own by filling different roles.
City Slickers look for sales, saving lots of dough.
Country Bumpkins! Bumpkins check the thrift stores out, prices are so low.
City Slickers! City Slickers!
Country Bumpkins! Country Bumpkins!
The country boy is proud to wear his boots that seem to smell.
The wingtips on the slicker just complete the GQ spell.
It’s no surprise what’s on their shoes, the Bumpkin slopped his hogs.
The Slicker prob’ly stepped in something when he walked his dogs.
Country Bumpkins aren’t as stressed, ‘least that’s what they think.
Country Bumpkins! City Slickers must confess, traffic sure can stink.
City Slickers! City Slickers!
Country Bumpkins! Country Bumpkins!
You may relate, or you may not, but we don’t need your rant.
Take some time, appreciate your cousin’s different slant.
The point is not to put you down. It’s not nice to be mean.
There’s plenty of the rest of us who’re somewhere in between…
City Slickers! Country Bumpkins! Country Bumpkins!
City Slickers! Slickers here, Bumpkins there….turn it back around.
Country Bumpkins! Each envies the other ’til they meet on common ground.
City Slickers! City Slickers!
Country Bumpkins! Country Bumpkins!
City Slickers! City Slickers!
Country Bumpkins! Country Bumpkins!
Oh, I didn’t do the Country Bumpkin guy right!
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Lyrics: Roland Burbank
Music, recording, mixing, keyboards, drum track: John Andrew Schreiner
Guitars: Randy Mitchell
Vocals: Alex Mackey / Kirsten Ford / Lynette Sylstra
Song art: Garry Grant
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