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. 

Gonna step-up, step-up, step right up. 
I'm never-ever 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 right up. 
I'm never-ever never-ever coming home.