Bobby Hill and the tool shed Video (MV)

In the back of the yard where nobody sees
There's a tool shed hidden among the trees
I sneak inside with my buddy Bobby Hill
We're just two boys looking for a thrill

Lock the door pull down my geans
In this secret hideout we're free to dream
With a magazine and a flick of da wrist
In the dim candlelight we can't resist

Whaneking it in the tool shed just Bobby and me
Exploring our bodies wild and free
But little did we know trouble would brew
When Peggy Sue came crashing through

Whaneking it in the tool shed just Bobby and me
Exploring our bodies wild and free
But little did we know trouble would brew
When Peggy Sue came crashing through

Peggy Sue with her fiery glare
Caught us red-handed in our lair
She stomped her foot her anger clear
"This is my dad's shed get out of here!"

Bobby and I with our faces red
Zipped up our pants and hung our heads
But Peggy Sue wasn't done oh no sir
She grabbed a shovel ready to stir

So here we are a chaotic scene
In the tool shed where secrets glean
With Peggy Sue fuming and the duo amused
Whaneking it in the shed we're all bemused