Son, Grab your keys, Head on down to Magilicudys
Pick up this list at Ellies store, And dont forget my 2x4s
This job that I gots been kickin my a** , I gave ya couple a bucks for gas
Now dont be stopping along the way, Ive really gotta get this done Today So I Rolled up to the front of the store
Just as I went to open the door..
(chorus)
Hello Bombshell, - Do Tell, - Man your Lookin mighty swell Gotta be - Treadin the line
With your Pants Hung Low,The way your Panties Show Gotta be Some kinda crime
I looked up into your face ---- Forgot why I had come to this Place
When your scent went by Took me on a High Gotta be Crossin the Line Son, could you shut the door Pick your tongue up off my floor
I got the list here for your Old Man, - and Drop this of boy - if you can
That pretty little girl that set your heart on fire
Left a gallon a paint and some, Cuttin pliers
I know its gonna take you outta your way, - Her Mom called they really need it today So I walked up to her front door
I saw what I was lookin for. ( repeat chorus) She jumped into my pick up Truck
We drove for hours on nothing but Luck
Until we Laughed Away the Day.. Then By the Time 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 Some kinda Crime
I Bet you gotta Whale 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 Line Son, you know what Im lookin for Where the Hell are my 2x4s..