Story Behind The Song

A neardy and sheepish human fella falls in love with a frizzy haired, too much makeup, wrestling type lass cause of her piggyback rides.

Song Description

Aside from unintentioned inuendo it really is just about, well, piggyback rides

Lyrics

She's a real beauty
You see 'em every now and again
I get a little frantic
Must be the estrogen
She walks in like a judas
With an ice cream cone
I don't want to parade her
Just want to take her home
An' ride her piggyback style

She's a little crazy
Always feeling the bends
She keeps herself occcupied
With the need to survive
And try to make the ends meet
It gets a little heavy
Decisions no one can decide
But I know just what pleases her
Sneak up from behind
An' ride her piggyback style

Whoopeeee!

It's a funny thing
How it always ends, we fall,
Crashing down on the floor
And every time I
Get up to leave
She'll never show me the door