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I ain't a learnin' man, no college degree I passed math 'cause the head of the class was coin dexter next to me I could throw a touchdown pass to get the hometown queen Hold the crown my deer 'cause the king of beers is my redneck royalty Couldn't pass the bar, nope, even if I tried 'Cause there's a crowded room crankin' 80's tunes With pretty ladies packed inside The sharpest tool in the shed I never claimed to be But it don't matter that bud-bud-bud's wiser than me A little light in the head No the brightest bulb on the tree But it don't matter that bud-bud-bud-bud-bud is wiser than me I can't [?] I can't write a poem I'm good at arts and crafts with aluminum cans And wavin' fingers made of foam Never been to France Or sailed across the sea But I can tip 'em back at that ol' race track in Bristol Tennessee The sharpest tool in the shed I never claimed to be But it don't matter that bud-bud-bud's wiser than me SongtexteA little light in the head No the brightest bulb on the tree But it don't matter that bud-bud-bud-bud-bud is wiser than me I got a heart made of gold Yeah, I wear blood on my sleeve So it don't matter that bud, bud, bud, bud, bud is wiser than me I ain't a learnin' man, no college degree (Nah) But I'll be one beer wiser by the crack of the can And even better after three The sharpest tool in the shed I never claimed to be But it don't matter that bud-bud-bud's wiser than me A little light in the head No the brightest bulb on the tree But that don't matter that bud-bud-bud-bud No it don't matter that bud-bud-bud-bud-bud is wiser than me Aus Songtexte Mania