---

The sparkle of your lurex shirts

Silk and 80s, that smell of you

You have no sense of colors

But It look so cool

I wanna ride your mustache

Wearing your pair of boots

Put on your fringed jackets

And your cowboy hat

Shaved chest

Go Sexy

Go again

Your dyed blonde hair

Don’t remember the color of your hair

Of the tiger

Of the tiger

T-T-T-Tiger!

All women go crazy

But, damn, your heart is taken

You don’t need a queen

We know what it means

But you’re still my forbidden dream

You are the Tiger

You are exotic

Tiger thrash

You’re the king of trash

You are the Tiger

You are exotic

Tiger thrash

You’re the king of trash

Tiger!

Go Tiger!

Tiger!

Go Tiger!

This is the land of freedom

where you can buy a felin

You own your private tv show

Defend your territory

with guns, rifles and bombs

Bo-Bo-Bo-Bo-Bombs!

This is your little town

You are the mayor now

A cospiracy

Against your leadership

But all the haters

Can lick your shaved balls

Can lick your shaved balls

T-T-T-Tiger!

All women go crazy

But, damn, your heart is taken

You don’t need a queen

We know what it means

But you’re still my forbidden dream

You are the Tiger

You are exotic

Tiger thrash

You’re the king of trash

You are the Tiger

You are exotic

Tiger thrash

You’re the king of trash

You have everything you want

Tiger

Lion

Murder

Mullet

The king of country songs

The king of country songs

Tiger!

Go Tiger!

Tiger!

Go Tiger!

Tiger!

Go Tiger!

Change my mind

Change my mind

I’m Carol and I did it!