Nick Wayne - Hang On, My Wife's Calling

Got the boys all here just punched the clock
We’ve worked all week and it’s 5 o clock
Ain’t no stopping when them good times roll
Got the shots lined up yeah here we go
Raise a toast bout to throw it back
I feel a buzz in my back pocket
Woh woh hang on my wife’s calling
Alright I'm back
Here we go
The fog is rising out on the lake
Got the throttle down in the no wake
Heading out to our honey hole
Just pulled up and dropped the troll
First cast felt that trophy bite
I'm about to set the line
Woh woh Rick hang on my wife’s calling
You can bet your ass
I’m picking it up
Every time she rings
Might let it ring once
Cause guys like me
Don’t get girls like her
You know what I mean
If you don’t you’ll learn
Yeah
I'm Sunday Tiger with my red shirt on
Got my irons straight and my driver long
On in two on the big par 5
Make a gimme putt and the big bird flies
I hear that sound back in the cart
Pull it twice and make par
Hang on guys my wife’s calling
You can bet your ass
I’m picking it up
Every time she rings
Might let it ring once
Cause guys like me
Don’t get girls like her
You know what I mean
If you don’t you’ll learn
Oh
Woh woh hey hang on guys hang on
Hello
Hey honey
No nothing were not yeah you're fine
Yeah I'll pick it up on the way home
Right now
Ok
You can bet your ass
I’m picking it up
Every time she rings
Might let it ring once
Cause guys like me
Don’t get girls like her
You know what I mean
If you don’t you’ll learn
Oh

Written by:
MARK TRUSSELL, UNKNOWN PUBLISHER

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