Lyrics

There's a shack on a hill out in Cato
With a satellite TV
The roof leaks, the front porch is rotty
Sure seems like home to me

You say you don't understand it
How can I live like I do
I say there's no complication
You just need to know who's who

They got Mary in the bathtub
Tires on the rooftop
Honey, will you stop leading me on

Prudy, oh Prudy
I'm gonna get next to you
Oh Prudy, Prudy
I'm gonna get next to you

Someday my mama will leave me
Then I'll make room for you
You'll have more time just to tease me
You'll have a whole different view of me

They got Mary in the bathtub
Tires on the rooftop
Honey, will you stop leading me on

Prudy, oh Prudy
I'm gonna get next to you
Oh Prudy, Prudy
I'm gonna get next to you

Maybe we'll move back to Cato
Maybe Newport, Tennessee
Where we'll end up, child, I don't know
As long as you stand next to me

We'll have Mary in the bathtub
Tires on the rooftop
Honey, then you won't stop leading me on
And on and on and on and on

Prudy, oh Prudy
I'm gonna get next to you
Oh Prudy, Prudy
I'm gonna get next to you

Come on, come on
Prudy, oh Prudy
I'm gonna get next to you
Oh Prudy, Prudy

I'm gonna get next to you
I'm gonna get next to you
I'm gonna get next to you