You say you can't get out tonight Because the children are at home Where the hell is Mrs. Wifey Oh, she left ya'll all alone While you're at home playing Daddy With three children you claim as yours Your wife is somewhere lying up Performing acts behind closed doors Why is tonight different from any other We haven't had this problem before Any other time you'd lie to get out With hopes she didn't find out the true story Ain't no need in pretending to be faithful Acting like you don't want to chill tonight You better get some while you can Although we both know it ain't right Don't get me wrong, for I do believe Two wrongs don't make a right But it won't hurt to leave the crib And lock the kids up tight I could lie and say I understand But that, you know, is not my normal style So I'll be honest and tell the truth I want you to lay me down for a while I want it tonight For tomorrow is promised to neither of us So, come on out and creep with me Your wife is doing it, so you do as thus The kids are sleep and all tucked in And even the youngest can handle his own Now come on out, I'll pick you up We're wasting time on the telephone. I'll drive by And you jump in And you'll be screaming it was worth it At the very end. Creep with me . . .