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..