Farm Fresh - My Ex-Girl lyrics

[Verse One: DJ Hunnicut] 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, f** 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 [Hook: DJ Hunnicut] 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 [Verse Two: DJ Hunnicut] 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 s** girl I brought you to the ex Cause you my ex girl [Scratches] "My ex" "Girl" [Hook]