Momma tries to put me down
Poppa's so annoyed
Every night the girl come around and try to spread a little joy
I wanna be a bad bad boy

I would if I would I could if I could, I would be good

Climbing through the backroom door, sneaking down the hall
Hiding on the bedroom floor
I think I'm gonna have a ball, yeah
I'm only human after all

Mary Jane, my high school queen, raises eyes of blue
Lindy Lou sweet seventeen
I try to keep her coming through
Oh, what's a growing boy to do

I would if I would I could if I could, I would be good

Candy bars can be so nice, when you're nine years old
Now I want my apple pies for someone I can have and hold
Wanna lose my self control
Lose my, ugh, I wanna lose my self control, honey
Momma tries to put me down