My name's in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike
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My hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike
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The preacher came by, and I talked for a minute with him

My wife's in the kitchen, and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn
And I know why she's there, I've been there before
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But I made a promise that I wouldn't cheat anymore

I tried to ignore it, but I know she's in there, my friend
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My mind's on a number, and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

Next Sunday, it's my turn to speak to the young people's class
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They expect answers to all of the questions they ask
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What would they say if I spoke on modern day sin
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And all of the Margies at all of the Lincoln Park Inns

The bike is all fixed, and my little boy's in bed asleep
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His little old puppy is curled in a ball at my feet

My wife's baking cookies to feed to the Bridge Club again

I'm almost out of cigarettes, and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn
And I know why she's there...