Mrs. Jones, I know you caught me lookin
Over the fence, across the yard, into your life
Don't get your hopes up Mrs. Jones
No matter where I stick my nose
I'll be sitting on my front porch satisfied
And I know you're crying in that four-post bed at night
In a white silk gown and nobody by your side
And you've got black mascara messin' up those pretty eyes
Guess I ain't' keeping up to no one tonight
Well I ain't keeping up to no one tonight
Hey there Mrs. Jones what's that you're draggin
Is that a purse the size of Earth on your arm
She said "it's made of gold"
I said "whatever floats your boat,
I've got a pocket for my keys and debit card"
And I know you're crying in that four-post bed at night
In a white silk gown and nobody by your side
You got black mascara messin' up those pretty eyes
Guess I ain't' keeping up to no one tonight
Well I ain't keeping up to no one tonight
Mrs. Jones I've heard that rumour has it
The average Joe from down the road spent the night
Well don't you worry about me
And all that I have seen
I don't give a hoot 'bout who you do and what you buy
Cuz I know you're crying in that four-post bed at night
In a white silk gown and nobody by your side
And you got black mascara messin' up those pretty eyes
Guess I ain't' keeping up to no one tonight
Well I ain't keeping up to no one tonight