Written by John Curulewski

Lead vocals by John Curulewski



I met a little girl sittin' in the front

pardon me miss for seeming quite so blunt

but your beauty and your presence

just took me by surprise



she said there's a meaning in my sexy stare

but that's my old man that's sittin' over there

and that's not the look of love that he's got for you in his eyes



you know what you've gotta do

there's no one else to blame but you

nobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask



you know what you've gotta do

there's no one else to blame but you

nobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask



I took her home and we was doing nip and tuck

how was I to know that I was out of luck

and before I knew it, the devil took my soul



in two weeks time it seemed to be the steady con

she told me "you're about to be a papa, John"

and I just looked around and tried to crawl into the nearest hole



you know what you've gotta do

there's no one else to blame but you

nobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask



you know what you've gotta do

there's no one else to blame but you

nobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask



[instrumental solos]



well, in two more weeks I started feelin' sore

I found myself waiting at my doctor's door

he said, "son I'm sorry but I've got some slightly less than tragic news



"yeah, it seems you've been sociable with certain she's

cause you've contracted what we call a social disease

and next time you better ask and use it, no don't refuse"



you know what you've gotta do

there's no one else to blame but you

nobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask



you know what you've gotta do

there's no one else to blame but you

nobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask



you know what you've gotta do

there's no one else to blame but you

nobody's gonna tell you so next time you just had better ask