Chances of keeping the Sabbath are slim
Cause it's hard to keep a serious face
She thanks the man upstairs for making him
Knowing heaven is just a glance away
A fist bump so strong and a smile so kind
He sits close by, but they seems far apart
His life, a wife and kids dwell on his mind
A girl at seventeen -- she has no heart
She finds comfort near him like a shade tree
Just to see him swagger in is a must
His sweet, fresh air takes her under the sea
Certain it's not love, this is more like lust
In his book of life when turning the page
He'll give her his heart though he's twice her age