You Better Ask

I met a little girl sittin' in the frontpardon me miss for seeming quite so bluntbut your beauty and your presencejust took me by surpriseshe said there's a meaning in my sexy starebut that's my old man that's sittin' over thereand that's not the look of love that he's got for you in his eyesyou know what you've gotta dothere's no one else to blame but younobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better askyou know what you've gotta dothere's no one else to blame but younobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better askI took her home and we was doing nip and tuckhow was I to know that I was out of luckand before I knew it, the devil took my soulin two weeks time it seemed to be the steady conshe told me "you're about to be a papa, John"and I just looked around and tried to crawl into the nearest holeyou know what you've gotta dothere's no one else to blame but younobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better askyou know what you've gotta dothere's no one else to blame but younobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask[instrumental solos]well, in two more weeks I started feelin' soreI found myself waiting at my doctor's doorhe said, "son I'm sorry but I've got some slightly less than tragic news"yeah, it seems you've been sociable with certain she'scause you've contracted what we call a social diseaseand next time you better ask and use it, no don't refuse"you know what you've gotta dothere's no one else to blame but younobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better askyou know what you've gotta dothere's no one else to blame but younobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better askyou know what you've gotta dothere's no one else to blame but younobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask