Playboy, she said
More like a farmboy, still got the weeds in his hair
Hey, boy, she said
Come over here, leave that doubleknit there on your chair
Say, boy, you look like a nice kid
In your wide striped shirt and the pants that don't quite fit
And I sure appreciate what you just did
You got me out of trouble with some half-assed half-wit
Make it a double, honey, I'll take it
Doubleknit, doubleknit
And it's no trouble
Baby, it's no trouble
I got a house about a mile from this one
You got a set of keys
We could brush you right up, make you look like a grandson
Take a little shine off your knees
Playboy, she said
More like a paperboy, paid for his drinks in dimes
Hey, boy, she said
Come talk to me, leave that doubleknit behind this time
It's no trouble
Baby, it's no trouble