(Intro) (Upbeat acoustic guitar strumming fast) Mama said "don't go," I said "just watch me" she said "just go slow" "yea? just try to stop me!" Yeah, I should’ve stayed home like a good girl should 'Cause my boy puts the run in a away neighborhood (Drum beat kicks in hard) (Verse 1) Started out a little rough Mama bet that you wasn't enough To last me till the sun came up We made last call, headed to your truck Turned right cuz left wouldn't do Mama's words, naw, they won't come true Wasn't but five after two Then saw blue lights in your rearview You pulled on off And jumped right out Took right off Heard the cop shout lord, What's this boy done done? What's this boy done did? Why'd he run like a scared school kid? Now I'm sitting backseat in a sheriff's ride Coming up nil on an alibi (Chorus 1) Oh this is just great, this will be hell Explaining to Mama collect from jail How her baby girl ended up needing bail From a late-night, not-right date from hell (Verse 2) The deputy laughed and he shook his head He pulled out a paper and look what it said That boy didn't run cause he’s breaking the law He’s the biggest scaredy-cat you ever saw! Turns out his truck tags expired last Week And he owes three grand to his ex, Shirley He saw those blue lights and he lost his mind Left his truck, his keys, and my butt behind! (Bridge) (Music slows down, building up tension) I swear I got a curse and it's hitting me tough 'Cause every time I'm drunk I break out in handcuffs! Now my brain is spinning, trying to find a way To tell Mama and Pop why I’m locked away Pop's gonna blow a gasket, Mama’s gonna cry They won't buy a single word of my alibi! Yeah, pop's fetching his belt, Mama’s shaking her head I’m twenty two years old and I'm grounded till I'm dead! (Drums build up fast and heavy) (Chorus 2) Oh this is just great, this will be hell Explaining to Mama collect from jail How her baby girl ended up needing bail From a late-night, not-right date from hell (Outro) (Music starts fading out, spoken with a nervous chuckle) Hey officer, can you do me a favor? Don't send me home, I'll be on my best behavior! Just leave me in the cell, yeah, lock the bars up 'Cause id rather be in jail, than to face my mom and pop! (Final acoustic guitar strum)
