Ain’t Nothin’ Like Brad Paisley

[Verse 1]
I like kicking back on the sofa
Flipping through the channels just to see what's on
And I enjoy eating eggs over easy
Sopping up with a biscuit 'til the yellow's gone

[Chorus]
But ain't nothing like watching a bunch of youngins
Run screaming through the sprinkler in their little bare feet
Ain't nothing like finding twenty dollars
In the pocket of the britches that you wore last week

[Verse 2]
I get into getting out on my mower
In the early morning hours 'fore the sun gets hot
And I like going down to the Kroger
When the carnival comes to the parking lot

[Chorus]
But ain't nothing like throwin' a Hula Popper
Dragging it across a spot a biggun ought to be
Ain't nothing like having him for supper
With some good hush puppies and some sweet iced tea

[Bridge]
This old world holds all kinds of treasures
And every day, it just keeps gettin' better