State Fair

Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.
 We met a while ago.
 At the State Fair.
 He was showing his blue ribbon pig.
 I was thinging big.
 While I was combing my hair.
 He
 was never like the other guys,
 Selling curly-fries,
 Or
 rigging the games.
 4-H was his one true love.
 We'd hang out above
 The dunk-tank when it rains.
 I'm gonna step-up, step-up, step-up.
 I'm
 never, ever coming home.
 I'm really into the
 boys that work there.
 The feeling you get when your ticket
 they tear.
 Four days in May: The State Fair!
 I
 used to go out with the other man.
 He ran the sno-cone
 stand.
 He looked good from behind.
 I like a baggy kind
 of overall.
 They don't really show at all.
 I can
 use my mind
 I'm gonna step-up, step-up,
 step-up.
 I'm never, ever coming home.