Danielson Famile - Rubbernecker lyrics

That papa got the hungry eyes That mama owns the home-made thighs That papa knows the greasy talk That mama says to take a walk He's the rubbernecker Hit it, Chris! That papa scopes the public place Finds the mama with the movie face Chases mama as he wastes her time With his book of flawless come-on lines He's the rubbernecker Go, Joe! I lay with my prey She's dreaming of our future days I've lied with this week's bride And now my soft spot's growing tired (Shame, shame, shame!) I feel it's my last meal Cause her boyfriend's back For my life to steal I'm the rubbernecker invade space I'm the rubbernecker in your face My good eye may runnin' just a wee bit slow My bad eye keeps a-roamin' with a mind of its own