You're standing at the laundry
Looking over the fence
Suddenly you see it
And you get the fidgets
You peep up and down the street
If there is something watchin' you
But nobody knows
What you're going to do
You're crazy to get this ladies knickers
But the catch is that the man shows up
Cocked ears on tiptoe, scowlin' at you
He might turn out to be a cop
Run for your life
You're standing at the laundry
Looking over the fence
You're eyes cannot detach
From this ladies pants
Suddenly you're jumpin' over the hedge
Pullin' down the slip from the line
You had such a great desire to get them
So how can this be crime
You're crazy to get this ladies knickers
Now you hold them in your hands
So turn to run before the cop with the obscene leer
Realize his competence
Run for your life
