3rd Shift

My baby making grits on the stove

Wait 'til daddy gets home

The house is empty, we're all alone

The kids are at school, I'ma tell you what I do

I'll bet that you ain't got a clue

I been working third shift, thinking 'bout the grip

That I'm about to put onto you

I'm a lucky, lucky man, and my boss understands

I'm clocking out early for you, ma'am

Oh, baby

You don't understand

Ain't no 9-to-5 gonna keep me away from you

Your love, ooh

Your love is mighty good, baby

And I can't wait, oh, I can't wait to get back home to you

You, babe

You been waiting all night to see those headlights

Coming up the driveway, ooh

I hope you got a lot of rest 'cause I'm about to test

Your stamina my way

I see you whipping up the eggs, but, ooh, those legs

You're standing on your tippy toes

Add the bacon on the side, ooh, that's right

It's like my own private cooking show

Oh, oh

Oh, baby

You don't understand

Ain't no 9-to-5 gonna keep me away from you

Your love, ooh

Your love is mighty good, baby

And I can't wait, oh, I can't wait to get back home to you

You, babe