D Loves to wash it down with a figthin' **** kicker A E Just layin' on that big ass clickin' that clicker Lord A My baby she loves malt liquor [Verse] A Yeah her ex-old man was a guitar picker D Then Lord he likely blew his ticker A E He couldn't keep the fridge full of Colt 45 A When the booze ran out she sent him packin' D Went lookin' for a man with corporate backin' A E A Fat lips smackin' underneath that big beehive [Verse] A Yeah she got a pocket book full of cigarettes and Snickers D She got room on her rump for a big bumper sticker A E I'm just glad if it don't say "honk if I'm ugly and fat" A 'Cause If I had a horn I'd have to blow it D And she'd say "kiss my ass" and then she'd show it A E A And I rather go blind than look at somethin' like that [Chorus] N.C My baby she loves malt liquor D Loves to wash it down with a fightin' **** kicker A E Just layin' on her drunk ass clickin' that clicker Lord A My baby she loves malt liquor [Verse] A Yeah it's been 3 weeks since she changed them knickers D And all she wants to do is drink and bicker A E Hell I'd hose her down and she'd just brush her tooth A She loves bon-bons, ding-dongs, birthday cakes D A wig-wearin' walkin-talkin' big earthquake A E A Ah she ran off she was gnawin' on a Baby Ruth [Chorus/Outro] N.C My baby she loves malt liquor D Loves to wash it down with a fightin' **** kicker A E Just layin' on her drunk ass clickin' that clicker Lord A My baby she loves malt liquor E A Yeah well my baby she loves malt liquor