Quick hide! - we've been caughta
I hear my folk's Miata
Pulling in the drive they came
Glaring headlights palled our game

And I can't fit him under my bed
No, I can't fit him under my bed
Now my old man will shoot him stone dead
'Cus I can't fit him under my bed

Shotgun loaded up fine
Dad proves crackshot ev'time
Hormones were a rage tonight
Lurch into unclothe-ed flight

And I can't fit him under my bed,
No, I can't fit him under my bed
And the wardrobe is full of old spreads
And I can't fit him under my bed, no no.

Can't jump it's a pity
Balcony from window sill, built on a slope there's such a drop:
At least seventy feet
Spitting nails - I must skip town
I'll scream if hurled deep into bri-dal vows

And I can't fit him under my bed
No, I can't fit him under my bed
Now my old man will fill him with lead
'Cus I can't fit him under my bed, no no

Oh I can't fit him under my bed
No, I can't fit him under my bed
Paw's got barrels aimed at both his heads
And he's half hidden under my bed, oh no no no!