White Trash Folk: Boom-Boom
Lyrics and Music by Rick Shelton

1 strike 2 strike 3 strike 4
Mikey’s in the basement and he’s cookin’ up some more
He’s got his ol’ lady’s little dog shaking in the back
Its coat’s turned green since they moved into this shack
Mikey fills prescriptions in his little dark room
He filled them too fast and then the trailer went BOOM
The mess was so big you couldn’t sweep it with a broom

Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a Boom-boom!

1 chant 2 chant shoutin’ out loud
Mikey’s little robe is just as white as a cloud
He’s got a crooked little cross banded scarlet on his arm
He says he’s gonna get’cha but he won’t do no harm
Burned his cross so bright in the blanket of the night
That he woke up with his bed in ashes on his right
Torched the whole trailer, now there’s nothing left in sight

Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a Boom-boom!

1 potato 2 potato 3 potato chips
Mikey’s taking pictures of all the little kids
He’s got a big van belching out black and gray smog
He’ll give you a lollipop if you help him find his dog
Bodies in the basement, sleeping under floor
Woke up to the FBI busting down his door
Hauled him off and said “You ain’t a free man no more!”

Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a Boom-boom!

1 bitch 2 butch bunkmate gin
Mikey’s doing 25 to life in the pen
He’s got his commissary smokes and a toilet full of wine
He’s lookin’ for Jesus to help cut down his time
Once the 22nd of June rolls around
He’ll be up for parole and might be comin’ to your town
And you’ll know that’s ol’ Mikey when you hear the boomin’ sound


Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom! Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a Boom-boom!