My picture's in the paper hey I must've had a quite a night
It says Big Ben Colder ridin' some old lady's bike
I hate to ask questions but as anybody know where I've been
My mind's in the quandary and his Lincoln's parked at Margie's again
I don't know why it's there maybe ran out of gas (it's possible)
Margie got mad she kicked me out on the grass
Since I got kicked out I wonder who's slippin' in
I'm watchin' that window cause his Lincoln's parked at Margie's again
Next Thursday it's my time to speak to the (AA) a PTA
If I told 'em bout Margie I wonder what they would say
I'll bet Bobby Bare would give me a satisfied grin (son of a gun)
Cause his wife's in the country and his Lincoln's parked at Margie's again
I wonder what they're doin' in there they just turn out the light
Margie is my girl and surely I don't think that's right
I think of bustender and say here's sure big ole sweet Ben
Cause I know she loves me but his Lincoln's parked at Margie's again
I think I know why he's there (son of a gun)
