Son, Grab your keys, on down to Magilicudys Pick up this list at store, And dont forget my 2x4s This job that I gots been kickin my ass , I gave ya a bucks for gas Now be stopping along the way, Ive really gotta get this done Today
So I Rolled up to the of the store Just as I to open the door.. (chorus) Hello Bombshell, - Do Tell, - Man Lookin mighty swell Gotta be - Treadin the line With your Pants Hung Low,The way your Panties Gotta be Some kinda crime I up into your face ---- Forgot why I had come to this Place When your scent went by Took me on a High be Crossin the Line
Son, could you shut the door Pick your tongue up off my I got the list here for your Old Man, - and this of boy - if you can That pretty girl that set your heart on fire Left a a paint and some, Cuttin pliers I know its gonna take you outta your way, - Her Mom called really need it today
So I up to her front door I saw I was lookin for.
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She into my pick up Truck We drove for hours on but Luck we Laughed Away the Day..
Then By the I got home, my dad was on the phone, Son your Treadin the Line What have you got to say I just Wasted a Day Gotta be kinda Crime I Bet you gotta of a Tale to Tell All day Its been Living Hell I know you dont care, whats fair, Gotta Brain up there- Boy Your Crossin the
Son, you know what Im lookin for Where the are my 2x4s..