Song Description
A little ditty 'bout a naïve young man who attends his company's convention in Orlando, Florida. What could possibly go wrong?
| Song Length |
3:32 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Rock - Americana |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Subject |
Judgement |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Slip
(c) Vicki Lee
(Intro)
I. He's out a town at convention.
Wearin' clean underwear, just in case. Like Mama said.
He's on time to th' meetin's.
Signs th' sheet. Ducks on out to slip, slip away.
(Chorus)
Gitcha, gitcha, gitcha, gitcha, gitcha dollars out!
Orange Blossom Trail, checkin' it out!
Booze keeps flowin', girls keep showin' titties an' their insides out! Ha!
He gon' slip. Gon' slip. Slip. He gon' slip. (Turnaround)
II. Another day, another dollar.
A dollar makes her holler, oh, yeah. "I love ya, Stud!"
She do a dance, around yo' table.
Close enough, so you're able to slip, slip it to her.
(Chorus)
III. They hook up after show time.
Waffle House, down th' Trail, each night, 'round 2 a.m.
He is covered and smothered.
Out a cash. Just like that, she slip, slip out th' door.
(Chorus)
(Tag) Slip! He gon' slip. Slip! He gon' slip.