Your lower back, your lower back Don't worry baby, I won't resuscitate Dumb buzzard luck don't give a f** Don't worry baby, stand up If they treat you rough in the evening You'll be alright by the morning Why would you do this it's so god damn demeaning Your lower back haunts me every time I come Your lower back your lower back Baby stand up Oh and don't make a peep, don't even squeak Don't fight it baby, be sweet If they rough you up in the evening You'll get 'em back by the morning Why would you do this it's so goddamn demeaning yeah Your lower back haunts me every time I come If I lose my lunch over dinner That southern drawl is getting thinner And I don't like it when rough stuff gets too gruesome Your lower back haunts me every time I come