My name's in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike
My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy's bike
The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him
My wife's in the kitchen and Margie's at Lincoln Park Inn
And I know why she's there, I've been there before
And I know why she's there, I've been there before
But I made a promise that I wouldn't cheat anymore
I tried to ignore it but I know she's in there, my friend
My mind's on a number and Margie's at Lincoln Park Inn
And I know why she's there, I've been there before
My wife's in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike






And it's my turn to speak to the young people's class
And they expect answers to all of the questions they ask
What would they say if I spoke on a modern-day sin?
And all of Margie's...
That all of the men can park in
The bike is all fixed and my little boy is in bed asleep
His little old puppy is curled in a ball at my feet
My wife's baking cookies to serve to the boys
And the change is all in the bridge club again
And I'm almost out of cigarettes
And Margie's at Lincoln Park Inn
I'm almost out of cigarettes
And Margie's at Lincoln Park Inn