Hey, Montana
Prime Americana
Cutest girl from Maine to Nevada

Sweet, Montana
Grand as a piano
Makes you lose your manners

Somewhere in a town that's halted
All progress since '56
Montana dared to show her hips
At the local geezer's burger flip

The sheriff had to be called in
and nearly put the girl behind bars
Until the bikers came and with chains
and the greasers joined to fan the flames

The fancy ladies drinking champagne
and local losers huffing propane
Didn't dare miss the brawl
In the parking lot of Burger Mall

Hey, Montana
The Boss like Diana
I'd call her the cat's pajamas

Sweet Montana
Cool as a banana
Her favorite Cars album is Panorama

Montana feigned acting meek
As she was stealing enough food for the week
The other seat in her Pontiac
Was full of grease from the fake big macs

She was a girl worth fighting for
She was worth the whole world and more
The rough boys trying to win her heart
Dueling as she smoked their darts

The town sign in her sunglasses
Vanished as she drove out of Texas
She was a bad girl no doubt
In her Solstice singing to Figured You Out

Hey, Montana
Black Stone Nana
Best Of Both Worlds just like Hannah

Sweet Montana
Find your Shrek, Fiona
Hit Bruce Banner with the gamma

Montana rolled into Ontario
Settled down and made some dough
Her cowboy shirt was always neat
and her twin tails danced along to the beat

Montana soon made her assent
All the hosers loved her accent
She opened a place to get rib and steak
All in her namesake