| Never bite a married woman on the thigh oh my Cause she just can’t rub it off no matter how she’ll try |
| And when she gets home at night her man will ask her why |
| Then she’ll say it’s just a birthmark or some other silly lie |
| But he’ll get suspicious and then he will start to pry |
| Then she’ll get hysterical and she will start to cry |
| And he’ll say I don’t blame you but tell me who’s the guy |
| So she’ll admit to everything and he will say bye-bye |
| And he’ll buy an airline ticket and he’ll fly across the sky |
| And then he’ll come and find you and he’ll punch you in the eye |
| Then he’ll rent a cheap hotel room and he’ll hang himself with his tie |
| And when she gets the news she’ll take an overdose of sleeping |
| Tablets and she’s gonna lie on the couch and die |
| So never never never never never never never bite a married woman on the thigh |