I'm still the one son all you bitches love to hate 'Cos you know you can't control what I do or what I say I'll never be the one that you think I should be Don't you see I do what I please, with no apologies I'm still the one that shot up that Hill Top bar You say me and ol' Jim Beam sometimes take things a little too far But I don't think you're ready for no Honky Tonk Hero like me (bitches please) You'd do better with a puppet dancing on a string I'm still the one son all you bitches love to hate You know you can't control what I do or what I say I'll never be the one that you think I should be Don't you see I do what I please, with no apologies I'm a bad mother f I'm still the one that got cut up in that Austin parking lot I did some cutting of my own you know I always give for what I got Maybe battle scars and whiskey breath ain't in your market plan I don't think you're ready for no true life Honky Tonk Man I'm still the one son all you bitches love to hate 'Cos you know you can't control what I do or what I say I'll never be the one that you think I should be Don't you see I do what I please, with no apologies Hell I do what I please, with no apologies