Lyrics

DON?T CALL ME DUDE, DUDE!

V1
One boot on the rail. One elbow on the bar.
You got your hat tipped back in that familiar stance,
A cold one in the crook of your arm.

Lately you?ve been watchin? more than my pool game,
But if you wanna shot with this girl,
Scratch that four-letter word.
Don?t call me dude, dude!

Chorus
I ain't walkin? and I ain't talkin? like some wannabe Clint Eastwood.
I?m just a girl who likes her sugar and spice with some suds and a round of pool.
You know I?ve always liked hangin? with the guys but let me enlighten you.
If you wanna get in touch with my feminine side,
Don't call me dude, dude!

V2
Alright! Soon as I sink this final shot: Eight ball in the side.
Gonna hit that bar, kick your foot off the rail,
Get ya to flash that sexy smile

Got me a fist full of dollars here.
Enough to buy us a couple of beers.
We can hang a little loose as long as you,
Don?t call me dude, dude!

Chorus
I ain't walkin? and I ain't talkin? like some wannabe Clint Eastwood.
I?m just a girl who likes her sugar and spice with some suds and a round of pool.
You know I?ve always liked hangin? with the guys but let me enlighten you.
If you wanna get in touch with my feminine side,
Don't call me dude, dude!

Bridge
You can call me late for supper.
Hell, you can call me Suzy Q.
Forget that other word.
Just stop and ask yourself, ?Do I feel lucky??
Well, do ya, dude?

Chorus
I ain't walkin? and I ain't talkin? like some wannabe Clint Eastwood.
I?m just a girl who likes her sugar and spice with some suds and a round of pool.
You know I?ve always liked hangin? with the guys but let me enlighten you.
If you wanna get in touch with my feminine side,
Don't call me dude, dude!