A country song about hating Tim Waltz

[Verse 1] Well, the sun’s comin’ up over the cornfield row But my day’s already gone south, I gotta tell ya so Saw his truck at the diner, that rusted old Ford He winked at my girl, like he owns the whole world Man, I ain’t never been so mad before [Pre-Chorus] He talks real slow, like he’s got all the time Spills his coffee on the counter, never leaves a dime Thinks he’s God’s gift, with his Stetson and his boots But around here, Tim Waltz, you’re just bad news [Chorus] Oh, I hate that Tim Waltz, hate the way he walks Hate the way he grins, like he’s pullin’ all the strings Hate his loud mouth, hate his sorry excuse for a song Hate that Tim Waltz, he’s been wearin’ out my last nerve all along [Verse 2] He borrowed my tractor, left it out in the rain Said he’d fix the fence, but he never came Stole my spot at the bar, when I went to the john Flirted with the bartender, said, “Honey, you’re too good for this town” I swear, if I see him again, I might just break down [Pre-Chorus] He talks real slow, like he’s got all the time Spills his coffee on the counter, never leaves a dime Thinks he’s God’s gift, with his Stetson and his boots But around here, Tim Waltz, you’re just bad news [Chorus] Oh, I hate that Tim Waltz, hate the way he walks Hate the way he grins, like he’s pullin’ all the strings Hate his loud mouth, hate his sorry excuse for a song Hate that Tim Waltz, he’s been wearin’ out my last nerve all along [Bridge] Well, I tried to be nice, I turned the other cheek But he kept on pushin’, now I’m at the end of my leash Maybe one of these days, he’ll get what’s comin’ to him Till then, I’ll just sit here, sippin’ on this gin Thinkin’ ’bout how much I can’t stand him [Chorus] Oh, I hate that Tim Waltz, hate the way he walks Hate the way he grins, like he’s pullin’ all the strings Hate his loud mouth, hate his sorry excuse for a song Hate that Tim Waltz, he’s been wearin’ out my last nerve all along [Chorus – Repeat] Oh, I hate that Tim Waltz, hate the way he talks Hate the way he lies, like he’s never been caught Hate his old hat, hate his dirty, rotten, no-good ways Hate that Tim Waltz, gonna chase him outta this place [Outro] Yeah, hate that Tim Waltz, Lord, I hate that man Hate that Tim Waltz, as much as I can stand Hate that Tim Waltz…