That Ain’t Right

Livin' on the road, you see
Don't leave much time for you and me
And that ain't right

Half-pint of bourbon in my suitcase
Send me off with a sad look on your face
That ain't right

Last thing I want (Last thing I want)
Is to leave you high (Leave you high)
High and dry (Leave you high and dry)

One month and you'll have to use your hand
Oh, baby, I hope you understand
That that ain't right

Hope you know what I mean
Three fingers in the Vaseline

Woke up in the morning, gotta thank God
I don't know, but today seems kind of odd
Like something ain't right

Coulda been that bourbon that I drank straight
I'm feeling nauseous and to think of it my period's a bit late
And that ain't right

Last thing I want (Last thing I want)
Is to be knocked up (Be knocked up)
At seventeen (Knocked up at seventeen)

I pullеd a rubber and he smiled and said, "No thanks!"
Hе told me that his doctor told him he was shootin' blanks
That ain't right

Mama's gonna kill me
Knocked up at seventeen

Don't you know what I mean
Knocked up at seventeen

One two three four!

Knocked up!
Knocked up!
Knocked up at seventeen

Knocked up!
Knocked up!
Knocked up at seventeen

Knocked up! (Knocked up!)
Knocked up! (Knocked up!)
Knocked up at seventeen

Knocked up!
Knocked up!
Knocked up at seventeen