text: Walk a mile in my tennis shoes
  Tina Turner gave me the highway blues
  But I dont love nobody but you honey
  Im true rat for the things I done
  Second cousin to a son of a gun
  Im going to wipe out your mama if she puts me on honey
  Because Im a midnight creeper
  Aint going to lose no sleep over you
  When theres a nightmare Im there
  Tempting you to blow a fuse
  Well theres no more sleeping
  When Im midnight creeping over you
  Watch out honey, watch out honey
  Watch the things you do
  Long haired ladies well they look so fine
  Locked in my cellar full of cheap red wine
  But, I dont think those ladies they really mind honey
  I still dont know why you hate me so
  A little bit of fun never stopped no show
  Well I just want to loosen up my soul honey
  Watch out honey, watch out honey
  Watch the things you do