My name's in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike ♪ My hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike ♪ 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 ♪ 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 ♪ 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 ♪ They expect answers to all of the questions they ask ♪ What would they say if I spoke on modern day sin ♪ 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 ♪ 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...