It started with a hayloft a-creakin'
Bodies sway back and forth in a huddle near her feet.
Well it just started in the hay (loft)
The crowd chimes in on her breathy high note.
With his longjohns on, pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn, up to the hay
Her short black skirt swishes around her thighs as she shifts back and forth by the mic.
Young lovers and they are not sleeping
Young lovers in the hay (loft)
Her lips pulled into a tight smile in between her words.
With his gun turned on, pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn up to the hay (loft)
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
You better run
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
If only she knows how right she is.
Song is Hayloft by MotherMother