(john farrar) Hey boy, i better warn you To make your reservation Your exit's overdue I can only promise he ain't the soul to laugh I've known him long enough to speak on his behalf My old man's got a gun And he knows you're a tricky one He can't fail to make you run And i don't need you My old man's got a wife And she loves him and her life Silver tongue could be his strife And i don't need you Hey boy, don't let him fool you I'll tell you something about him, gonna cool you He'll get you in a corner And make you really crawl You'll never realize A man could feel so small My old man's got a gun And he knows you're a tricky one He can't fail to make you run And i don't need you My old man's got a wife And she loves him and her life Silver tongue could be his strife And i don't need you I don't need you, i don't need you Hey boy, i better warn you To make your reservation