Son, Grab your keys, Head on to Magilicudys Pick up this list at Ellies store, And dont my 2x4s This job that I gots been kickin my ass , I gave ya couple a for gas Now dont be stopping along the way, Ive really get this done Today
So I Rolled up to the front of the 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 Show Gotta be Some kinda crime I looked up into your ---- Forgot why I had come to this Place your scent went by Took me on a High Gotta be Crossin the Line
Son, could you shut the door Pick tongue up off my floor I got the list for your Old Man, - and Drop 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 they really need it
So I up to her front door I saw I was lookin for.
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She jumped into my up Truck We drove for hours on nothing but we Laughed Away the Day..
Then By the Time I got home, my dad was on the phone, Son your Treadin the What have you got to say I Wasted a Day Gotta be Some kinda Crime I Bet you gotta Whale of a to Tell All day Its been Living Hell I know you dont care, whats fair, Gotta Brain up Boy Your Crossin the Line
Son, you what Im lookin for Where the Hell are my 2x4s..