Well, I don't know if we really landed people on the moon
I'm not sure if Lady Gaga uses autotune
And I'm uncertain they'll be peace
Over in the middle east
But I just saw a big sign, honey
And one thing is true

I do know we'll be stoppin' at Buc-ee's
Time to have some fun
It's like a gas station, car wash, barbecue, Cracker Barrel
Walmart all in one
I've been drivin' these wide open spaces
Now I need a redneck oasis
Take my monеy, Buc-ee baby
It's my lucky day

A pouch of some Beaver Nuggеts, try a little fudge
Jerky and a pulled pork sandwich just because
I get a leather bolo and a hoodie for the wife
A cast iron frying pan, taffy, and a knife
Get some roasted pecans and chew for the dogs
Some positive encouragement painted on a log
A large banana puddin', a cali chicken wrap
Coffee for the journey and a Buc-ee beaver cap

I know we'll be stoppin' at Buc-ee's
It's my ritual
My stomach's growlin', my gas tank's empty
And my bladder's full
I've been hangin' with the unwashed masses
Bible verses on shot glasses
Take my money, Buc-ee baby
A cinnamon roll and homemade gravy
Take my money, Buc-ee honey
It's my lucky day!