Brody The Toucher

(one, two, three, go)

Down at the party on a Friday night

Bonfire burning, moon shining bright

Brody rolled in with his boots and hat

Acting like a cowboy,

imagine that

The girls were dancing,

the music was loud

Brody got himself too bold in the crowd

Started touching girls who didn't say yes

Now the whole damn party's one big mess

Ohhh, Brody the Toucher,

what have you done?

You turned a good party into a run

The girls said "back off," but he didn't get the clue

Now the whole damn town knows what he used to do

Yee-haw, Brody, you ain't no star

You crossed that line,

now you've gone too far

A cowboy respects every girl he meets

But Brody got himself kicked out in the street!

(out in the street!)

The boys shook their heads,

said "mate, that's wrong"

The DJ changed to a breakup song

His reputation rode out of town

Like a busted old truck with its tyres blown down

The sheriff of the party said,

"Son, that's enough

Being a decent bloke ain't really that tough Keep your hands to

yourself, let respect be your guide

Or you'll be line dancing all alone outside!"

Ohhh, Brody the Toucher,

hear that guitar

You don't get respect by acting bizarre

Ask for consent, keep your hands in your own

Or you'll be the cowboy nobody wants around!

YEE-HAW!