Bobby Hill and the tool shed

In the back of the yard where nobody sees There's a tool shed hidden among the trees I sneak inside with my buddy Bobby Hill We're just two boys looking for a thrill Lock the door pull down my geans In this secret hideout we're free to dream With a magazine and a flick of da wrist In the dim candlelight we can't resist Whaneking it in the tool shed just Bobby and me Exploring our bodies wild and free But little did we know trouble would brew When Peggy Sue came crashing through Whaneking it in the tool shed just Bobby and me Exploring our bodies wild and free But little did we know trouble would brew When Peggy Sue came crashing through Peggy Sue with her fiery glare Caught us red-handed in our lair She stomped her foot her anger clear "This is my dad's shed get out of here!" Bobby and I with our faces red Zipped up our pants and hung our heads But Peggy Sue wasn't done oh no sir She grabbed a shovel ready to stir So here we are a chaotic scene In the tool shed where secrets glean With Peggy Sue fuming and the duo amused Whaneking it in the shed we're all bemused