An uptempo country rock juggernaut about a down-and-out Nashville songwriter who, rather than drowning his rejections in 80-proof amber-colored alcohol while driving around aimlessly in his ol’ pickup truck, stays sober and opens an all-night omelet bar on Beale Street.  Inspired, he penned this foot-tapping ditty about the handheld wire-looped kitchen gadget that fluffs eggs with air and the god-given red-white-and-blue testosterone rush one gets while beating them.  This innuendo-packed ode to eggbeaters dropped sunnyside up and won, crazy enough, an even dozen Grammys and CMAs.  He is now cock-of-the-walk rich.1234 copyright protection42ＰＥＮＡＮＡm69x50555r 尼

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