In the infield at Daytona
Sittin' on a motor home
I see her tryin' to check the leaderboard
Standing on her tippy-toes
I holler at her, tell her
"Climb up the ladder, get ya
One out the Yeti," but I
See she already has a
Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam
Shakin' that ice back and forth
Sweat on the side, red on the rim
Making me wanna steal a sip
Somethin' 'bout it's so damn hot
I'ma need one of them to cool me off
And I know you know where we can go get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam
♪
She says, "I'm almost empty
You should walk over there with me under
That flag with number three
I got some Lynchburg, Tennessee"
She pours a double
Makes that Coca-Cola bubble
Stirs it, oh Lord have mercy
I ain't never been so thirsty for a
Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam
Shakin' that ice back and forth
Sweat on the side, red on the rim
Making me wanna steal a sip
Somethin' 'bout it's so damn hot
I'ma need one of them to cool me off
And I know you know where we can go
Get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam
♪
Don't know who took the checkered
But I'm sure glad I met her
I won't ever forget her
'Cause her kiss is tastin' better than a
Whiskey-Coke in styrofoam
Shakin' that ice back and forth
Sweat on the side, red on the rim
Making me wanna steal a sip
Somethin' bout it's so damn hot
I'ma need one of them to cool me off
And I know you know where we can go
Get a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam
A whiskey-Coke in styrofoam
Yeah, a whiskey-Coke in styrofoam