Longmire smoking at the edge of the street,
Rolling up his flag and drawin that hard bead on me
Like "Go get a job, kid you're whittlin' it all away,
I don't even see the reason you're breathin' anyway"
I said I don't believe you met my lady, she's workin today
I'm just a part-time painter but I clean up the place
Ever since last winter when the work ran out
She's been steady shaking, making uncle Sammy so proud
To have a good busy woman in these trying times
Like you stumble on a quarter when you're looking for a dime
She likes her low-cal soda, a little bit shook
Takes her morning devotion in her coupon book
My daddy built some houses down around Tennessee
But it didn't take me long to learn that wasn't for me
With all these good, busy women all over this land
All you 16 pennies stay outta my hand
Ooh Ooh Ooh Mona Lisa she's on your heels
With them long, cool fingers on that church bus wheel
I'm rehearsing my sonatas, I don't go to work
To keep my head above the water since I moved in with her
I'm reciting all my sonnets
All night into the morning
While she hustle, bustle, cuss me if I toot my own horn
Ooh Mona Lisa she's on your heels
With them long, cool fingers on that church bus wheel
Church bus
Church bus
Church bus
Ooh Mona Lisa she's on your heels
With them long, cool fingers on that church bus wheel
Church bus
Church bus
Church bus