(john farrar)

Hey boy, I better warn you
To make your reservation
Your exits overdue
I can only promise he aint the soul to laugh
Ive known him long enough to speak on his behalf

My old mans got a gun
And he knows you're a tricky one
He can't fail to make you run
And I don't need you
My old mans got a wife
And she loves him and her life
Silver tongue could be his strife
And I don't need you

Hey boy, don't let him fool you
Ill tell you something about him, gonna cool you
Hell get you in a corner
And make you really crawl
Youll never realize
A man could feel so small

My old mans got a gun
And he knows you're a tricky one
He can't fail to make you run
And I don't need you
My old mans got a wife
And she loves him and her life
Silver tongue could be his strife
And I don't need you

I don't need you, I don't need you
Hey boy, I better warn you
To make your reservation