Backyard Swingin’ (Ain’t My Thing)

[Verse 1]
Got the tiki torch smoke
Cooler full of cheap cold beer
Trucks lined down the gravel
Every nosey neighbor’s here
We got lawn chairs in a circle
Plastic cups and a wink
Swap your keys up in the fruit bowl
But I still got my own damn kink
[Chorus]
Yeah we’re backyard swingin’, porch light blingin’
Skinny-dippin’ in the moon, screen door singin’
Got the husbands, wives, that curious thing
Everybody do your wildest thing
If you’re grown and grinnin’, come on in and drink
But if you look like my lil’ brother
Stay your ass out of this ring
We’re backyard swingin’ (backyard swingin’)
Backyard swingin’, but that just ain’t my thing
[Verse 2]
Betty from the cul-de-sac
Brought a whip and a potato salad
Preacher’s at the cornhole game
Tryna pray and keep his balance
There’s perfume on my plaid shirt
Lipstick on my drink
Rules pinned on the shed door
And one big line in ink
[Chorus]
’Cause we’re backyard swingin’, porch light blingin’
Skinny-dippin’ in the moon, screen door singin’
Got the husbands, wives, that curious thing
Everybody do your wildest thing
If you’re grown and grinnin’, come on in and drink
But if you look like my lil’ brother
Stay your ass out of this ring
We’re backyard swingin’ (hey!)
Backyard swingin’, but that just ain’t my thing
[Bridge]
Crank that country loud
Let the gossip have a show
What happens past that clothesline
Well, the HOA don’t know
Raise your cup and holler
If you like a little kink
But we all read the fine print
And we all know the brink
[Chorus]
So we’re backyard swingin’, porch light blingin’
Skinny-dippin’ in the moon, screen door singin’
Got the husbands, wives, that curious thing
Everybody do your wildest thing
If you’re grown and grinnin’, come on in and drink
But if you look like my lil’ brother
Stay your ass out of this ring
We’re backyard swingin’ (oh yeah)
Backyard swingin’, but that just ain’t my thing

country, Rowdy bar-band country with male vocals, twangy Telecaster leads, big two-step groove, stomping kick and snare, and a party crowd singing along on the hook; verses stay loose and jokey over a shuffling beat, chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals and fiddle fills, bridge strips to half-time for a shout-along before the final, louder repeat, male vocals