Well, he’s a REDNECK TECHSPERT
He lives electronically
His time is now measured in megabytes
And he spends it wirelessly

His radio comes by satellite
His doc’s on WebMD
And when it comes to that ol’ corn toss
Got the high score on the Wii

(chorus)
He watches NASCAR on his phone, there’s an app for that
When he’s feelin all alone, there’s a chat for that
Got an e-date for the fair, there was a match for that
He’s completely crossed over and he’ll never revert
He’s a REDNECK TECHSPERT

Blackberry hooked to his overalls
Bluetooth in his ear
He sends an instant message to the bartender
When he needs another round of beers

He texts, He tweets
He’s networked on 3G
He’s linked and He’s connected
Internationally

(bridge)
He says:
Stop by MySpace and have a look-and/-see the fish I mounted on my wall in Face/book(ed) me a Talladega weekend without talking to a soul/full music playing on my mp3

(chorus – repeat)