While them boys were busy walkin'
Case of .5 out the back door

Me speedin' off in Tommy's car
Well, I had them wrestlin' for my first kiss
Oh, the trouble you'll get into"
Nobody's business but my own
We slipped in the back of Sunday service
Couple of lookers, new best friends
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do

Oh, the trouble you'll get into

Got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no
Got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no!
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
Turned into a fight and they missed
Well, I hiked my skirt and did the talkin'
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do"
Yeah!
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
Baptized away my sins
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
We danced and played around 'til dark
Bum smoke money from the offering
Sign read 'Bait, Chips, Beer and Ammunition'
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do

You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do

Nobody hurt, nobody harmed
Hid deep in the Mississippi backwoods
You got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no
Know them church ladies, they heard us
Just a crazy roughneck's daughter
Jumped head-first into the water

That Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, babe, got nothin' better to do
Yeah!

Hitched to town with Bobby Jo and Tommy
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do"