Worst Lyrics Ever?

Don't ask me how I know this (OK, I know it because an NPR-addicted friend just heard something about it), but country star Brad Paisley has a song called "Ticks." Check out some of these lyrics:

And in the small there of your back
your jeans are playing peek a boo
I'd like to see the other half
of your butterfly tattoo

and

I know the perfect little path
out in these woods I used to hunt
Don't worry babe I've got your back
and I've also got your front

But those are nothing (nothing!) compared to the chorus:

'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
and I'd like to check you for ticks

I don't think even Jane Goodall would find that romantic.

And I just learned this on Wikipedia: "Physical contact is the only method of transportation for ticks. Ticks do not jump or fly, although they may drop from their perch and fall onto a host." What a strange phrase that first sentence makes. I wonder if it's true of Paisley, too, like he just has to stand there at the end of a concert until a roadie passes and he can reach out for a piggyback or grab on to a sock.