Ai-y-yippee-yippee-yi-yi-ay going east-of-Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you don't act smart and you don't touch my children if the young man wants to see the sun go down.
Well, there was no time fooling with the trifles
So there was no use telling the men
They'd just go running for the rifles
And then once you got him couldn't get him again
So Peg got a bolt of fishing tackle
And Marge got her gardening clips
And Sally LaBiche
Put her hound on a leash
And the timer on the quiche
She's kind of nouveau-riche
But we like her.
Ai-y-yippee-yippee-yi-yi-ay going east-of-Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you don't act fresh and you don't touch my children if the young man wants to see the sun go down.
It was the kids who spotted him a-running
As we drove through the harbor fog
And that's when we got our engines gunning
Cause we knew he'd be headed for the cranberry bog
We got our-hip-high rubber boots strapped on
And Molly got the big flashlights out
And by the Welcome to New England sign
Got him with a fishing line
In the dark smell of brine
Betty said, "This one is mine."
She is ruthless.
Ai-y-yippee-yippee-yi-yi-ay going east-of-Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you just say no and you don't touch my children if the young man wants to see the sun go down.
Well we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him
Cause you don't have to take it so far
When you roots go back to Old Salem
And you've got a local chapter of the DAR
Now I don't go tooting on my lobsters
Cause your pride doesn't go with your plaid
But it's a victory won
And it couldn't bedone
By the hippy-dippy flaky-shaky fun-in-the-sun
Braless wonders.
Ai-y-yippee-yippee-yi-yi-ay going east-of-Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you know your place and you don't touch my children when the young man wants to see the sun go down.
