Doubleknit

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