Hung my cotton dress [bad word] wire 
Up there on Pilahatchee Bridge 
Just a crazy roughneck's daughter 
Jumped head-first into the water 
Baptized away my sins 

Hitched to town with Bobby Jo and Tommy 
Couple of lookers, new best friends 
We slipped in the back of Sunday service 
Know them church ladies, they heard us 
Bum smoke money from the offering 

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handywork" 
Oh, the trouble you'll get into 
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do 
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do 
Yeah! 

Oh, yeah 

Sign read: BAIT, CHIPS BEER and AMMUNITION 
That Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer 
Well I hiked my skirt and did the talkin' 
While them boys were busy walkin' 
Case of .5 out the back door 

Hid deep in the Mississippi backwoods 
We danced and played around 'til dark 
Well I had them wrestlin' for my first kiss 
Turned into a fight and they missed 
Me speeding off in Tommy's car 

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handywork" 
Oh, the trouble you'll get into 
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do 
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do 
Yeah! 

Nobody hurt, nobody harmed 
Nobody's busines but my own 

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handwork 
Oh, the trouble you'll get into!" 
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do 
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do 
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do 
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do 

Yeah! 

Oh, yeah 
Got nothin' better to do, babe 
Got nothin' better to do 
You got nothin' better to do, babe 
Ya got nothin' better to do, no no 
Got nothin' better to do! 
Ya got nothin' better to do, no no 
Got nothin' better to do! 
You got nothin' better to do, no no!