Luke Bryan Cledus T. Judd (Ft. Colt Ford)

[Intro: Cledus T. Judd]
Everybody loves Luke (hey, mmhmm, woo)
Everybody loves Luke
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Did y’all see it the other night

[Verse 1: Cledus T. Judd]
He wore tight jeans, on the CMA’s (ah yeah)
Then he musta did, what all his friends say
Girls scream like he is deaf, (hey, hey, hey) when he shakes his behind (hey, hey, hey)
The ladies love (hey, hey, hey) Luke Bryan
Everybody loves Luke
His Truck is all jacked up, he’s a Georgia license plater
And you’re a fanimal, he’ll sign your tata’s later
He ain’t no imitator, (hey, hey, hey) his accent needs translators, (hey, hey, hey) just like ole Flava flavor’s (hey, hey, hey)
Zac Brown don’t be a hater

[Chorus: Cledus T. Judd]
Luke Bryan
That redneck tycoon, when he sings a tune, your speakers go boom boom
All you county girls
Think he’s fantastic, do something drastic, for backstage passes
Love some Luke Bryan
I know you want him, you know I know him, those moves I taught him
You’re a country girl
So shake it for me (come on), so shake it for me
Seriously shake it for me