Rasputina - State Fair lyrics

Let me tell you 'bout a kid I know We met a while ago At the State Fair He was showing his blue ribbon pig I was thinking big While I was combing my hair He was never like the other guys Selling curly-fries Or rigging the games 4-H was his one true love We'd hang out above The dunk tank when it rains I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step-up I'm never, ever coming home I'm really into the boys that work there The feeling you get when your ticket they tear Four days in May: The State Fair! I used to go out with this other man He ran the sno-cone stand He looked good from behind I like a baggy kind of overall They don't really show it all I can use my mind I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step-up I'm never, ever coming home