Bad Boy (But Make It Tractor)
Alex (TikTok Country Session)
Description
Billie Eilish's 'Bad Guy' gets a redneck makeover! This honky-tonk parody drags the original through a cornfield, leaving a trail of diesel and dirt. It's a hilarious, cocky, and irresistibly catchy ode to rural rowdiness, complete with a twang and a wink.
Lyrics
[Intro] (Spoken over creepy low-G riff, distorted and slightly detuned) "Yeah… I’m that guy your tractor warned you about." (Sound of a tractor engine revving up and then abruptly cutting out) [Verse 1] I roll up dusty, diesel in my veins Got a skull on my hat and mud on my name Don’t smile for pictures, just chew on a straw Make your daddy nervous when I lean on his barn door [Pre-Chorus] I like ‘em sweet like sweet tea, mean like a bee Sleep all day, plow all night, that’s me Got a hound dog howlin' at the pale moon light And a hankerin' for a Friday night fight [Chorus] Duh— I’m a bad boy Got a lifted Ford and a loud toy Creepin’ through the corn rows, make the scarecrows cry I’m a bad boy… don’t even try [Post-Chorus] (Shouted with increasing intensity) Bruh! Yee-haw, bruh! (Guitar riff - a quick, dirty lick in G) [Verse 2] I’ll steal your girl then lend her back with hay in her hair Leave bite marks shaped like Copenhagen wear Mama said “stay away,” but you keep textin’ “hey” Guess you like it when I misbehave [Pre-Chorus] I like ‘em sweet like sweet tea, mean like a bee Sleep all day, plow all night, that’s me Got a hound dog howlin' at the pale moon light And a hankerin' for a Friday night fight [Chorus] Duh— I’m a bad boy Got a cooler in the toolbox, baby, oh boy Might steal your heart, might steal your truck—same difference, right? I’m a bad boy… good luck tonight! [Bridge] (Slightly slower, more menacing tone, heavy on the palm-muting) They say I'm trouble, a storm in a hat Leave a trail of broken hearts, ain't no gettin' back But baby, danger's my middle name So buckle up tight, 'cause the ride ain't the same [Chorus] Duh— I’m a bad boy Got a lifted Ford and a loud toy Creepin’ through the corn rows, make the scarecrows cry I’m a bad boy… don’t even try [Post-Chorus] (Shouted with full energy) Bruh! Yee-haw, bruh! (Guitar riff - a quick, dirty lick in G, fading out with tractor sounds)