Lyrics My Ex-Girl - Farm Fresh, McEnroe, Pip Skid

My Ex-Girl

I’ll pick you up and then we’ll get there early in the day
Last night I bought our wristbands at the St. Jame’s IGA
And yo they’re all you can ride, fuck the coupon stalls
We can skip the line and get the scoop on y’all
Girl you’re lookin' good, in your fresh apparel
Buy you a corn dog and a root beer from the barrel
I like them little donuts and them chilly fries
I think we ate too much, best to take the Enterprise
If your stomach’s queezy, don’t feel guilty girl
We can start off easy, like on the tilt-a-whirl
And when you’re feeling bolder and ready to move on
We can try the roller or the Gravitron
The Drop Of Doom, G Force and the Big Dipper
The Rainbow, the Mach Four and of course The Zipper
The choice is yours, what ride is next girl?
I brought you to the ex, cause you my ex-girl
You’re my ex-girl
It happens once a year
You’re my ex-girl and now that time is here
Come to the fair grounds, let your hair down
Yo, you’re my ex-girl
My river ex-girl
I’ma win you a troll if it takes all day
By playing Whack-A-Mole, no price too high to pay
We can hide-a-way, in The House Of Mirrors
You bring the Slush Puppies, I’ll bring the Elephant Ears
On the Ferris Wheel, we’ll get stuck at the top
Struck a deal with the carnie so he knew where to stop
And now we’re all alone, with the stars above
Below the Polar Express is playing Radar Love
(Do you wanna go faster?)
Says it slow on the mic
But he ain’t talking to us, we’ll go as slow as you like
It’s getting late, no need for sadness
Cause we got lots of time tonight, it’s midnight madness
You can watch the fireworks, curled up on my lap
Or we can ride down the slide on a burlap sack
It’s about good times
Not about sex girl
I brought you to the ex
Cause you my ex girl
«My ex»
«Girl»