Rubbernecker - Danielson

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