It's a small town life and I like it 'Cause the bad don't get in your way There's an angry God gonna strike it Yeah, that's what we pay him for, that's why we pray Well I guess the angry God he was a-fishing When Molly called me up with the news Within the space of a week Yeah, a pervert or a sex freak Let the kids take a peek That's more than a little cheek No pun intended
Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman And you don't act smart and you don't touch my children If the young man wants to see the sun go down
Well there was no time fooling with the trifles So there was no use in telling the men They would just go running for their rifles And then once you got him couldn't get him again So Peg got a bolt of fishing tackle And Marge got her gardening clips And Sally LaBiche put her hound on a leash And the timer on the quiche, she's kind of nouveau riche But we like her
Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman And you don't act fresh and you don't touch my children If the young man wants to see the sun go down
It was the kids who spotted him a running As we drove through the harbor fog And that's when we got our engines gunning 'Cause we knew he was headed for the cranberry bog We got our hip-high rubber boots strapped on And Molly got the big flashlights out And by the "Welcome to New England" sign Got him with the fishing line In the dark smell of brine Betty said "This one is mine." She is ruthless
Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman And you just say no and you don't touch my children If the young man wants to see the sun go down
Well we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him 'Cause you don't have to take it so far When your roots go back to Old Salem And you've got a local chapter of the DAR Now I don't go tooting on my lobsters 'Cause your pride doesn't go with your plaid But it's a victory won and it couldn't be done By the hippy-dippy flaky-shaky fun-in-the-sun Braless wonders
Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman And you know your place and you don't touch my children If the young man wants to see the sun go down If the young man wants to see the sun go downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
