They brought you up in a small town

They'll lay you down in the same ground

You'll probably put on the pounds

And then ya blame it on her

She'll snatch your pay-cheque to be sure

She left ya calling at the front door

Your only twenty and poor

You have your life in your hands

You sit back staring at the tale of the tape

You drink till your body aches

You've got all the brakes, she's got what it takes

Made your call at the right time

But hung around with the wrong guys

She left you laying outside

While you were picking up pride

You sit back staring at the tale of the tape

You drink till your body aches

You've got all the brakes, she's got what it takes

And your body brakes

And she's got what it takes

Move back in with your mother

Look around for another

It's just what Edison said

"you better know what your buying"

You sit back staring at the tale of the tape

You drink till your body aches

You've got all the brakes, she's got what it takes