Bum smoke money from the offering
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
Couple of lookers, new best friends
Hid deep in the Mississippi backwoods
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
Know them church ladies, they heard us
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
Oh, the trouble you'll get into"
We slipped in the back of Sunday service
Well, I hiked my skirt and did the talkin'
Just a crazy roughneck's daughter
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"
Hitched to town with Bobby Jo and Tommy
Well, I had them wrestlin' for my first kiss
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
Baptized away my sins
Yeah!
Jumped head-first into the water
Turned into a fight and they missed
While them boys were busy walkin'
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do"
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
Me speedin' off in Tommy's car
Case of .5 out the back door
Sign read 'Bait, Chips, Beer and Ammunition'
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
That Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer
Nobody hurt, nobody harmed
Yeah!
Got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
You got nothin' better to do, babe, got nothin' better to do
Nobody's business but my own
You got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no
We danced and played around 'til dark
