Got friend named Cooter 69.
The cops made him walk that straight line.
Drank too much bourbon and got in his car.
Adjusted the choke and drove to the next bar.
I went to Cooter's bar.

Cooter drove a '69 Chevelle.
He grazed his eye and said "Hey man what the hell?"
Grabbed his CB and started to whine (started to whine).
Depressed the handle - "Hey breaker one-nine!"
He drove a '69 Chevelle.

Cooter lost his girl the other day.
Went to her Mother Ida May.
"Your daughter broke my heart and took my shaving cream (my shaving cream)
If she don't return it I'll pound that Jim Beam."
Gonna pound that Jim Beam!

Aaah Haaa!

My good friend named Cooter passed away.
I went to the wake with Ida May.
I walked toward the casket, she started to scream (started to scream)
Before my own eyes there lay Cooter with Jim Beam!
Good old Cooter drank Jim Beam!

Cooter 69!
Cooter 69!
Cooter 69!
Cooter 69!
Cooter 69!
Cooter 69!
Cooter 69!
Cooter 69!

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