Yeah, big job buck up -
To the pocket of you know what,
Hot Damn,
Hot Damn,
Hot damn my man,
Hot damn,
Ready to win,
Money in my pocket,
Wearin' a grin,
Lots of flocks on the rocks,
Wearing boots without socks,
Whoopin' ass,
Knuckles brass,
Bitin fire and chewin glass,
Whoopin' ass,
Knuckles brass,
Bitin fire and chewin glass,
Temper like a cyclone, baby,
In a fighin' stance, ambiance...
Church bells ring we all sing,
Everybody likes to wear a ring...
Temper like a cyclone. Temper
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Fightin' Stance Lyrics

Big Dumb Face – Fightin' Stance Lyrics

Songwriters: WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND
Fightin' Stance lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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