Crossin the Line

Son, grab your keys, head on down to Magilicudy's
Pick up this list at Ellie's store, and don't forget my two by fours
This job that I've got's been kickin my
ass, I gave ya a couple a bucks for gas
Now don't be stopping along the way,
I've really gotta get this done today

So I Rolled up to the front of the store
Just as I went to open the door...

Hello bombshell, do tell, man your lookin mighty swell
Gotta be, treadin the line
With your pants hung low, the way your panties show
It's 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 off 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 it's 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...

Hello bombshell, do tell, man your lookin mighty swell
Gotta be, treadin the line
With your pants hung low, the way your panties show
It's 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

She jumped into my pickup 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 It's been living hell
I know you don't care, what's fair, gotta brain up there
Boy your, Crossin the Line

Son, you know what I'm lookin for
Where the hell are my two by fours