Cory Cole
Shut Your Piehole
Lyrics
You got a big fat mouth and it's always open
Some day you'll shut up, at least I'm hopin'
Once you start talkin' you lose all control
Why don't you sit down and shut your piehole
Sunday mornin' and she's sittin' in the kitchen
Got a cigarette dangling, and just a-bitchin'
That hair on your chin makes you look like a troll
Why don't you sit down and shut your piehole
Bridge:
Why is it the fools always have so much to say
What would it take to make you just go away
Why do you feel this need to run your big mouth
Why don't you pack up your things and head somewhere south

One late night at Buttwheat we're all down by the fire
There's some young punk running his mouth he's a liar
He thinks he's cool, thinks he's on a roll
Boney said sit down son, and shut your piehole
Bridge
There's some fat drunk sittin' at the end of the bar
He's been yellin' that I suck he wants to play my guitar
Yeah man, I know you probably the Godfather of soul
But why don't sit there anyway and shut your piehole
Sit down yeah yeah and shut your piehole



Credits
Lyrics Credits: Cory Cole
Music Credits: Cory Cole
Producer Credits: Cole/Ivan Haney
Performance Credits: Cole, Bobby "Too Shy" Smyth, Dusty Stauffer
Label Credits: White Feather
Description
Short Song Description:
A compilation/cross-section of people we all know- loudmouth, know-it-all, drunk-and-belligerent-at-the-bar-types. We've all wanted to say this to those idiots, glad to do it for you...
Story Behind the Song:
Based on Actual Events: wise-ass kid running his mouth at our annual music festival. My friend and bandmate Boney Boy Slim, usually a patient man, ran out of patience. Welcome to Grownup World, young man...
Metadata
Song Length: 3:55
Primary Genre: Blues-Modern
Secondary Genre: Jazz-Lounge
Tempo: Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1: General
Mood 1: Troubled
Similar Artist 1: Lyle Lovett
Language: English
Era: 2000 and later