He was the type to go out every night
Everybody knew his name
A freelance lover, busted undercover
With hot blood in his veins
His subtle charms brought the farm girls into the town
But they were never happy in the honkytonks
When he brought the poor girls around
(chorus:)
The curtains were drawn
But he wanted to peek in
(x2)
To see what it's like, to have a big night,
With the toast of the town
She was not the type to avoid a fight
The meek came not near
A real ball-breaker, the boys would chase her
With part lust part fear
One night drinking, she got to thinking
It might be time to take a man
And this funny-looking guy with a spark in his eye
Would surely fit into her plan
(chorus)
He climbed into her old pickup truck
They sped away from the bright lights
Where they're going might take a little luck
But emotion in motion has a notion all its own
They were two bliss monkeys
The FunkadeliParliament rolled them down the road
It's the sweetest thing, when the thing you're digging
Can take a heavy load
A monkey might do what a monkey sees,
But who could really want more
A simple situation, a simple life
You scratch my back I'll scratch yours
(coda:)
When the bright morning dawned
The sunlight flooded in
(x3)
Now they know what it's like, to have a big night
With the toast of the town |
