Danielson Famile - Rubber-Necker Lyrics
That papa got the hungry eyesThat mama owns the home-made thighsThat papa knows the greasy talkThat mama says to take a walkHe's the rubberneckerHit it, Chris!That papa scopes the public placeFinds the mama with the movie faceChases mama as he wastes her timeWith his book of flawless come-on linesHe's the rubberneckerGo, Joe!I lay with my preyShe's dreaming of our future daysI've lied with this week's brideAnd now my soft spot's growing tired (Shame, shame, shame!)I feel it's my last mealCause her boyfriend's backFor my life to stealI'm the rubbernecker invade spaceI'm the rubbernecker in your faceMy good eye may runnin' just a wee bit slowMy bad eye keeps a-roamin' with a mind of its own