Written by john curulewski
Lead vocals by john curulewski
I met a little girl sittin in the front
Pardon me miss for seeming quite so blunt
But your beauty and your presence
Just took me by surprise
She said theres a meaning in my sexy stare
But thats my old man thats sittin over there
And thats not the look of love that hes got for you in his eyes
You know what youve gotta do
Theres no one else to blame but you
Nobodys gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask
You know what youve gotta do
Theres no one else to blame but you
Nobodys gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask
I took her home and we was doing nip and tuck
How was I to know that I was out of luck
And before I knew it, the devil took my soul
In two weeks time it seemed to be the steady con
She told me "youre about to be a papa, john"
And I just looked around and tried to crawl into the nearest hole
You know what youve gotta do
Theres no one else to blame but you
Nobodys gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask
You know what youve gotta do
Theres no one else to blame but you
Nobodys gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask
[instrumental solos]
Well, in two more weeks I started feelin sore
I found myself waiting at my doctors door
He said, "son Im sorry but Ive got some slightly less than tragic news
"yeah, it seems youve been sociable with certain shes
Cause youve contracted what we call a social disease
And next time you better ask and use it, no dont refuse"
You know what youve gotta do
Theres no one else to blame but you
Nobodys gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask
You know what youve gotta do
Theres no one else to blame but you
Nobodys gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask
You know what youve gotta do
Theres no one else to blame but you
Nobodys gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask
