Two Man Job

I hear you coming home at a half past three
You never picked up the phone
You said you'd been out with your lady friends
But you're smelling like Stetson cologne
You're walking all quiet like there's something wrong
You're sneaking in through the door
Loving you mama ain't a two man job
That's what my friends are for

Like when backing up my trailer
Or laying down a coat of paint
Or moving refrigerators
Or practicing restraint
Or tacking up my Pontoon
Or kill another case of beer
Or working on my Nova
Or packing on my camping gear

You don't need another man to please you girl,
I'm kinda like two in one
I've got everything you could ever need
I'm like a Swiss Army Knife of love
Saw-blade, toothpick and tweezers girl
But the scissors don't cut for shit
You don't need to call for a helping hand
And get an other man on in

That's while hanging up some drywall
Or cruising in the carpool lane
You only need a spotter
When you're benching too much weight
Working on some twin leads
Or singing some harmonies
I'm moving up the yellow
And lifting with your knees
Ooh yeah

Oh