Lock up your husbands Lock up your sons/ Lock up your whiskey cabinets Girls lock up your guns/ Lock up the beauty shop No tellin' if they've heard the news/ Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus Tell 'em lock up them high heels shoes/
When God-fearin' women get the blues/ There ain't no slap-dab tellin' What they're gonna do/ Run around yellin'/ I've got a Mustang It'll do 80 You don't have to be my baby/ I've stirred my last batch of gravy You don't have to be my baby/
Call all the deacons Call the ladies aid/ Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors Call every bass/ Well call all the Pentecostals Bring that anointing oil too/ Well call the preacher He's the only one can reach her And there ain't no time to lose/
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