YIPPEE-KI-YAY. - Kesha

Bitch, I just got a brand new car

Hose me down at the trailer park

We lit up like a bonfire

Singing yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

The whiskey spilled, it's already gone

That dress you bought, go on and put it on

To waste tonight would be criminal

Put my record on and sing it

It rained all year, but it's clearing up

I'm flying high, it's a miracle

I'm drinking spirits, I'm spiritual

Good goddamn, yeehaw

Ooh, that's what I like

I'm feeling loose, I'm feeling light

I'm hella smooth like Miller Lite

I got the moves, I'm everybody's type (Hey)

Bitch, I just got a brand new car

Hose me down at the trailer park

We lit up like a bonfire

Singing yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

Bitch, I just got a brand new start

Call the cops, baby, kumbaya

We lit up like a bonfire

Singing yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Put your hands up in the sky-ya-ya (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)

Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

There's a two-for-one at the Dollar Tree

Double cupping straight gasoline

Look around, the only ten I see

Is this barefoot baddie from Tennessee

Gonna two-step stomp down a cowboy's street

Music good and the liquor is cheap

Pretty thing in these tight blue jeans

Good goddamn, yeehaw

Ooh, pass me the mic

I'm singing karaoke out of time

I'm out of tune, I'm out of line

So pay my bail if I go to jail tonight (Hey)

Bitch, I just got a brand new car

Hose me down at the trailer park

We lit up like a bonfire

Singing yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

Bitch, I just got a brand new start

Call the cops, baby, kumbaya

We lit up like a bonfire

Singing yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Put your hands up in the sky-ya-ya (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)

Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya (Ya, ya, ya, ya)

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Ya-ya, ya-ya

Put your hands up in the sky-ya-ya (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)

Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-ya-ya