Rather Die Alone

I met a girl in Jackson town
Her hair was long and her eyes were brown
And her legs ran all the way through Tennessee
Her smile was like a breath of air
With long, chestnut curly hair
And the finest pair you have ever seen

But you know when I popped it in
The girl displayed a painful grin
As she began to shiver and to moan
Well, she wanted me to change the tune
Said she didn’t like Blue Moon
Well to hell with it, I’d rather die alone

If you don’t think Monroe is fine
If you don’t like McCoury’s whine
To hell with it, I’d rather die alone

Then one night in a bar close by
A lovely girl she caught my eye
And I knew that she liked me right away
We started talking about sports, movies,
Cards, computers, and jacuzzis
I thought I’d met my soulmate on that day

But when I touched upon the scary
Subject of my man Chuck Berry
She began to change her lovely tone
Man, she was so hot she pulled off Uggs
Too bad she didn’t like Earl Scruggs
To hell with it, I’d rather die alone

If you think BB King is bad
If you don’t like some Lester Flatt
Well, to hell with it, I’d rather die alone

Then one night I met Beyoncé
And I approached her right away
And she didn’t even kick me in the coins
I asked her for to hear my plea
I begged her for to come with me
So I could spend the night between her loins

And my dream almost did come true
She said: "I’d like to come with you
But there’s one condition for you to take me home"
Well, she said I had to listen to
Her singing, and to like it, too
Or otherwise, she’d rather die alone

She said: “If you don’t like the Beyoncé
Go on home then, right away,
Or otherwise, I’d rather die alone”