Momma tries to put me down, Poppa's so annoyed Every night the girl come around and try to spread a little joy I wanna be a bad bad boy I would if I would I could if I could, I would be good Climbing through the backroom door, sneaking down the hall Hiding on the bedroom floor, I think I'm gonna have a ball, yeah I'm only human after all Mary Jane, my high school queen, raises eyes of blue Lindy Lou sweet seventeen, I try to keep her coming through Oh, what's a growing boy to do I would if I would I could if I could, I would be good Candy bars can be so nice, when you're nine years old Now I want my apple pies for someone I can have and hold Wanna lose my self control Lose my, ugh, I wanna lose my self control, honey Momma tries to put me down...