"Pickup Truck" lyrics

I got mud flaps, glass cracks, a tack on the dash
So I don't blow it up
A lift kit, mud grip, stall on my gear shift
I ain't ever been stuck
Got a chromo bar with KC lights
To light up the party on a Friday night

All the girls go crazy for a four-wheel drive
Wanna know my name, wanna go for a ride
Just open up the door and then climb on up
Who needs a pickup line
When you got a pickup truck

I got two 12-kickers and a Leonard Skinner sticker
On my windows that are tinted jet black
A wench on the grill, Mickey Thompson wheels
A rifle in my shotgun rack

I can haul a bunch of beer, I can haul a load of hay
If I get to hauling ass, get out of my way

All the girls go crazy for a four-wheel drive
Wanna know my name, wanna go for a ride
Just open up the door and then climb on up
Who needs a pickup line
When you got a pickup truck

You can spit your game, try your luck
Spend a lot of money on that romantic stuff
Sooner or later you'll find it ain't enough
Get you a truck

All the girls go crazy for a four-wheel drive
Wanna know my name, wanna go for a ride
Just open up the door and then climb on up
Who needs a pickup line
When you got a pickup truck

Hello, darling
Climb on up
What's your name?