[Verse 1]
Out in the hills where the pine trees hum,
There's a gang of outlaws, sharp and glum.
They call themselves "Creative," with flair,
Four misfit bandits, beyond compare.
[Chorus]
Zack and Toot, Chuy and Pat,
Riding the trails with a doggone laugh.
Stealing hearts and maybe some loot,
The Creative Gang, oh, they're a hoot.
[Verse 2]
Zack’s the leader, with a steady hand,
His wife Toot’s got the quickest brand.
She’ll shoot a can right off your post,
Then bake a pie you’ll brag about most.
[Prechorus]
They ain’t rich, they ain’t refined,
But they’ll steal your time, leave joy behind.
[Chorus]
Zack and Toot, Chuy and Pat,
Riding the trails with a doggone laugh.
Stealing hearts and maybe some loot,
The Creative Gang, oh, they're a hoot.
[Verse 3]
Chuy’s a ladyboy, proud and strong,
Dresses sharp, and sings a song.
With a voice like honey, smooth and sweet,
Turns every sheriff weak at the knees.