The husband of your mother And his only son Placed a three way call to say that Something was wrong "We don't know when it happened But it happened in a car And we'd like to have your home address Can you tell us where you are?" Baby boy, don't mess around You better lay your grudges down And call me 'Cause if we play your game We're going to burn this family line Oh baby boy She was going after you While you were coming after me Heading in the wrong direction She landed on the street What could be so lonely Tell me What could be so cold Breathing her last words In the middle of the road Baby boy, don't mess around You better lay your grudges down And call me 'Cause if we play your game We're going to burn this family line Oh baby boy Oh baby boy, don't mess around You better lay your grudges down And call me 'Cause if we play your game We're going to burn this family line Oh baby boy don't mess around You better put your bagage down And call me 'Cause if you change your name We're going to break this family line Oh baby boy