What’s Eatin’ You

Lyrics

Her daddy's knockin at the bedroom door Cocked and loaded with a .44 I got one in the hand and two in the bush I'm in no mans land and it's a hell of a rush I got just one wood, six holes to play Things ain't fair on this fairway What's eating you is eating me What's eating you is eating me Say, you and you and me makes three What's eating you is eating me (Yeah, alright) Mama's in the kitchen swingin' a date With a new milkman and his best friend's mate, oh yeah The house is rockin' to the ground Her daddy ain't happy, no, he's missin' out I got just one wood, six holes to play Things ain't fair on this fairway What's eating you is eating me What's eating you is eating me Say, you and you and me makes three What's eating you is eating me What's eating you What's eating you is eating me What's eating you is eating me Say, you and you and me makes three What's eating you is eating me What's eating you is eating me What's eating you is eating me Oh say, you and you and me makes three What's eating you is eating me