Ah try so hard Jolene ta' prove
That yore mah reel wet dream
But evertime yuh gimme head
That snag tooth makes me scream..
The monkey in yer fam'ly tree's
Affectin' yore gene chart...
Such a' big behind
Lord, ah cain't find
Yer Old Cold Folded Part

Some Bubba John before my time,
Rubbed yore buns black n' blue
Danged if'n ah know, why ah spent cash
On second sex from you..
Yer blubber thigh's piled up so high,
Like shoppin' at Wal Mart..
Such a big behind,
Lord, ah cain't find
That Old Cold Folded Part..

Thar wuz a time when ah believed
That you shucked only me,
Then heered you wuz a'trickin' fer
Some Pimp named Emery..
The more ah try to spread yore fat,
The more you grunt n' fart..
From yore big behind,
Lord, Ah cain't find,
Yer Old Cold Folded Part..

Yule never know how bad it hurts,
Afterwurds, ah sit n'cry
Cuz them two bucks ah spent on y'all
Jug a' good moonshine could buy..
We're kindergarten drop-outs, so
Ah guess we ain't too smart..
Lose yer big behind,
Maybe then ah'll find
Yer Old Cold Folded Part