Lord knows there's not enough lovin' round here
If I tried to be true to you I'd prolly turn queer
Don't book another session cause I ain't messin with you

You treat me like a bellyacher cause I know
Not to fall in bed with you after your show
My heart's still coalescin' and I ain't messin' with you

You won't let me go fishin' won't let me play golf
Got me runnin' like a rooster with his pecker cut off
Well my balls are convalescin' cause I ain't messin' with you

Excuse me if I'm yawnin' and my hair don't curl
At the honor of induction to your gaggle of girls
And despite your fancy dressin' honey I ain't messin' with you

Well it's clear you got a stick up your rear bout the size of a tree

Well I bought a Smith & Wesson so you better not come messin' with me

We've come to our conclusion and it's plain to see
I don't need your trouble - And you don't deserve me
You've made your last impression and I ain't messin' with you

Your soul needs caressin' - Your sins need confessin'
Your heart is too possessin' - Your hips are too aggressin'
Your lips could have pressin' - Your mouth could use suppression
Your chastity's depressin' - Your Peter's not progressin'
You're only 2nd guessin' - You think you're God's blessin'
Your needs need expressin' - Your ego needs compressin'
No need for more assessin' - Hold the ranch dressin'
Now you're just digressin' - I'm really just professin'
I've learned my lesson and I ain't messin' with you!!

(C) 2009 Jeff Warren Johnston (less info)