The baby's sleeping in the crib on top
The baby's sleeping above you
You will lift him in the parking lot
Your car is waiting there for you
Your car is waiting there for you

I would like to see
A little more propriety
Cooperate with me,
And answer me without a plea
I know now, I know now, I know now
I'm never gonna tell on you
I know now, I know now, I know now
I'm never gonna tell on you

The whiskey's waiting on the fire top
The baby's going to drink, too
The lady's got no clue, she's at the shop,
But if she knew, than she'd kill you

The bugs are out, 'cause they come out at night
Usually they just bite our hands
'Cause normally we have clothes on without a fight,
But now fighting's a part of baby's romance
Now fighting's a part of baby's romance

I would like to see
A little more propriety
Cooperate with me,
And answer me without a plea
I know now, I know now, I know now
I'm never gonna tell on you
I know now, I know now, I know now
I'm never gonna tell on you

The baby sleeps against graveyard flower pots
The baby's sleeping up against you
I'd think he'd prefer an old motel cot,
Or any bed made without you,
Or any bed made without you

I would like to see
A little more propriety
Cooperate with me,
And answer me without a plea
I would like to see
A little more propriety
Cooperate with me,
And answer me without a plea
I know now, I know now, I know now
I'm never gonna tell on you
I know now, I know now, I know now
I'm never gonna tell on you
I'm never gonna tell on you
I'm never gonna tell on you