OH (YOU) PRETTY THINGS

I like your twisted point of view, Mike. I like your questioning eyebrows. 
You've made it pretty clear what you like. It's only fair to tell you now 
that I leave early in the morning  and I won't be back till next year. 
I see that kiss-me pucker forming, but maybe you should plug it with a beer, 
cause Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock'n'roll band. I could play guitar
and rope a steer before I learned to stand. Home was anywhere with diesel gas
Love was a trucker's hand. Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand. 
Before you kiss me you should know. Papa was a rodeo.

PAPA WAS A RODEO - THE MAGNETIC FIELDS