(Margie's At) The Lincoln Park Inn

(Margie's At) The Lincoln Park Inn - The Hit Crew

My name's in the paper

Where I took the boy scouts to hike

My hands 're 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 the Lincoln Park Inn

And I know why she's there

I've been there before

But I made her 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 the Lincoln Park Inn

Next Sunday it's my turn to speak

To the young people's class

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 the Margie's at all

Of the Lincoln Park Inns

The bike is all fixed and

My little boy's in bed asleep

His little old puppy is curled in a ball at my feet

My wife's baking cookies to feed

To the Bridge Club again

And I'm out of cigarettes and

Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

And I know why she's there