Listen fellow people 'cause I've got something to tell

I was at this club, right, it was late as [bad word] 

I met this pretty lady, she looked tramper than an eye

I didn't know by then she'd mess up my life

I said you've got it going, want to take it to my room

We jumped into a cab and headed for my room

Well there at my room she worked on my affection

All kind of yoking, always sloppy with protection

Wake up late as she calls me one day

Telling me her period is late

Will I be a young dad

Sit around in my flat with her

I don't want to live that life

So I stick to what I prefer

Story number to, folks, listen to me rhyme

This girl was a Christian, [bad word] she was fine

That lady for a month that has given me a frown

But this good Jesus will he stand to dishonor her

One time, meet you outside

Trying to make a move there but something wasn't right

She said I want to marry, the kid has to get it straight

Horny as I dog, I told her that could be arranged

Wake up late as she calls me one day

Telling me her period is late

Will I be a young dad

Sit around in my flat with her

I don't want to live that life

So I stick to what I prefer

Will I be a young dad

Sit around in my flat with her

I don't want to live that life

So I stick to what I prefer

The essence of it all, folks, is about to pass my lips

Think twice before you grab a lovely pair of hips

Yet another thing that you need to bear in mind

Wear a gummie head or life might just treat you unkind 

Will I be a young dad

Sit around in my flat with her

I don't want to live that life

So I stick to what I prefer

Will I be a young dad

Sit around in my flat with her

I don't want to live that life

So I stick to what I prefer