From the recording Crossin the Line
Living in my teenage years, my dad would send me to pick up different supplies at the Hardware store, or the Lumber Yard. Somehow, I always got distracted.
Lyrics
Son, Grab your keys, Head on down to Magilicudy’s
Pick up this list at Ellie’s store, And don’t forget my 2x4’s
This job that I 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…..
(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 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 – 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 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 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 2x4’s…..