W.A.P. (Whiskey And A Pickup)
Alex (TikTok Country Session)
Description
A raw, swampy country-blues track that playfully flips the acronym 'W.A.P.' into 'Whiskey And A Pickup.' Set in a dimly lit, backwoods bar, the song tells the story of a small-town musician captivated by a magnetic woman who embodies Southern charm and untamed desire. Grounded in a heavy, dropped-D riff and driven by a stomping beat, the tune blends lustful yearning with a touch of tongue-in-cheek humor and a healthy dose of down-home grit. Think early ZZ Top meets Chris Stapleton, filtered through a TikTok lens.
Lyrics
[Spoken Intro] (He hits that filthy dropped-D chord, lets it ring. The amp buzzes slightly. You can hear the room tone.) Alex: "Okay, chat... we ain't singin' the city version of that, alright?" (Grins, adjusting the mic) "Tonight W-A-P stands for... Whiskey. And. A. Pickup." [Intro Riff - D5 (dropped D)] (Heavy heel stomp on the downbeat, low swampy riff. Drums enter subtly with a simple kick-snare pattern, brushes on the snare for a slightly trashy sound.) [Verse 1 - Dm Bb C Dm] Neon buzzin' on a plywood floor I'm in dropped D tryin' not to think too hard no more Then she walks in, boots red clay Every head in this bar gotta bow and pray Got that wild hair fallin' down her back Little jean jacket with a torn-off tag She orders straight whiskey, looks my way Says, "Play somethin' dirty, country boy, it’s Friday." [Pre-Chorus - Bb C Dm] Lord, my halo's slippin' low When she smiles, every line I shouldn't cross starts to glow Bartender's laughin', sayin', "Son, you're done" I just count to three and hit that stomp on one [Chorus - Dm Bb F C] She's got that W.A.P. — whiskey and a pickup Wild as a prairie when the big storm kicks up Attitude for days, perfume and trouble Heart beatin' like a V8 rumble I need a Bible and a backroad both right now To deal with that W-A-P, Lord, take a bow Yeah, whiskey and a pickup, pray for me somehow [Turnaround - D5 riff] (He chuckles into the mic, adds a quick bluesy lick on the guitar) Alex: "Y'all are *wrong* for this." [Verse 2 - Dm Bb C Dm] She got chrome horse power sittin' out back Tailgate sticker sayin', "No tame cowboys, jack" Throws me a wink, says, "Load your gear" "We can take this song somewhere with less people here" I'm just a small-town boy with a pawn-shop Tele But she's dancin' in the headlights like a honky-tonk fairy Dust in the beams, sweat on her skin Every stomp of her boot’s draggin' me back in [Pre-Chorus - Bb C Dm] Yeah, my good sense hit the door When she slid up close sayin', "Play one more" If temptation had a license plate It'd be that truck out there by the cattle gate [Chorus - Dm Bb F C] She's got that W.A.P. — whiskey and a pickup Wild little prayer I probably shouldn't lift up Laugh like a sinner, eyes like Sunday Got me torn between the bar and the runway I need a sermon and a slow dance both right now To handle that W-A-P, Lord, take a bow Yeah, whiskey and a pickup, drivin' me clean outta town [Bridge - Bb C Dm] (He drops the riff, goes half-time, voice low and gravelly, adds a subtle tremolo to his voice) I can't sing what they sing in the big old city So I changed up the words, but it’s still just as risky 'Cause the way she moves to this backroad beat Ain't nothin' holy 'bout the way I feel my knees get weak (He looks dead into the camera, the bridge builds with a simple bass line and a touch more intensity from the drums) Chat, if we all go down for this tonight At least we did it with a country slide [Guitar Solo - Dm pentatonic scale with bluesy bends over Dm Bb F C progression, mirroring vocal melody in spots] [Final Chorus - Dm Bb F C] She's got that W.A.P. — whiskey and a pickup Wild as a flood when the red dirt kicks up Spinnin' me around in them messed-up plans Halo on the floor, boots in my hands I need forgiveness and a front seat right now Ridin' with that W-A-P, Lord, somehow Yeah, whiskey and a pickup, and I'm too far gone to slow down [Tag / Outro - D5 riff] (He hits that filthy chord one more time, lets it buzz the phone mic. The drums and bass fade out slowly.) Alex: "Whiskey. And a pickup, mama." (Grins at Maya, winks at the camera) "We're still goin' to church on Sunday, I swear."