Well you're a young cowpoke in the Lord's corral And there ain't nothing to stop you now But you rolled around like a squeaky wheel Till she bit the spurs right off your heel ♪ She was fine till you made her mean She couldn't fit in your two-toned dream All you do is beg and plead You ask for water but she gave you gasoline Say please Say please
Say please ♪ You got your name written on your shirt It's Mr. Look-At-Me-I'm Hurt You better drop that sorry scheme, Close your eyes and get down on your knees Say please Say please