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What's going on brotha? Why don't we stop being politically correct Just, on this one Just be correct This one's for the IRS, in bed with the damn politicians And this one's for the boss, the hoss, who wouldn't let you off to go fishin' And to the bulls and the bears on Wall Street, takin' you and me to the cleaner's Man it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers Hey, gimme one for the haters of The Son, yeah, the one in the hippie sandals Yeah, and how 'bout one for the lack of respect for Mr. Jack and Charlie Daniels If you don't like the troops and the red, white, and blue collar cold beer drinkers Well, it's folks like that that make me wish I had more middle fingers Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers If you hate this song and you think it's wrong, for what it's worth My crowd'd be proud to turn you up a little Free Bird Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air Let 'em flip like you don't give a shit, like your mama ain't there Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there I could use a few for the fat cats blowin' the roof off the bullshit meter Man, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers Yeah, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers More middle fingers