Girls, girls, listen to me
I have a message from every guy I see
Let those hymns down, quit acting like a clown.
No more shorts, let's please.
Well, there's a new batter going round town.
There and mom and dad is putting it down.
It seems like everybody's got her.
It's wearing skirts the way they oughta.
So let those hems down, Fred, actin' like a clown.
No more short skirts, please.
Well, I thought I had my chick straightened out.
I went on me to throw away her shoe means.
But now it's a something else.
All I see are bony knees.
So let those M's down, quit acting like a clown.
No more short spurs, please.
If there's one thing I can't stand, that's a chicken with a bony knees.
So I'm asking one more time, now won't you listen please?
Let those hands down, quit acting like a clown, no more shorts, let's play.
Now I don't want you to get me wrong, about the meaning of this song, but I'd rather see those bony knees.
I've had your chicks wearin' dungarees But to lift those hems down, quit actin' like a clown No more short skirts please
I know more shortcuts, please
