Trinity calms down and lays in the hammock and begins to hum the tune of "Trashy Women". The furst cue that the evening wasn't going well down at the music hall should have been was when Trinity requested that song for the third time in a row and the entire place quieted and turned to glare at him.
Well I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style
But my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild
Mom and Dad had a plan for me, it was debutantes and symphonies
But I like my music hot I like my women wild
Hey I like my women just a tad on the trashy side
When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed
Too much lipstick and too much rouge
Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused
Yeah I like my women just a tad on the trashy side
Well you should have seen the look on the faces of my Dad and Mom
When I showed up at the door with my date for the senior prom
They said, "Pardon us son, she ain't no kid,
That's a cocktail waitress in a Dolly Parton wig"
I said, "I know it Dad, ain't she cool? That the kind I dig."
Hey well I like my women just a tad on the trashy side
When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is died
Too much lipstick and too much rouge
Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused
Hey I like my women just a tad on the trashy side. (When they wear them High Heels!)
Yeah, I like 'em sweet. I like 'em with a heart of gold
Hey I like 'em brassy. I like 'em brazen and bold.
They say opposites attract, but I don't agree
I need a woman as tacky as me
Hey I like my women just a tad on the trashy side
Yeah well I like my women just a tad on the trashy side
When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed
Too much lipstick and too much rouge
Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused
Hey I like my women just a tad on the trashy side
Yeah, I like my women just a tad on the trashy side.