It's a small town life and I like it   'Cause the bad don't get in your way   There's an angry God gonna strike it   Yeah, that's what we pay him for, that's why we pray   Well I guess the angry God he was a-fishing   When Molly called me up with the news   Within the space of a week   Yeah, a pervert or a sex freak   Let the kids take a peek   That's more than a little cheek   No pun intended      Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay   Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman   And you don't act smart and you don't touch my children   If the young man wants to see the sun go down      Well there was no time fooling with the trifles   So there was no use in telling the men   They would just go running for their rifles   And then once you got him couldn't get him again   So Peg got a bolt of fishing tackle   And Marge got her gardening clips   And Sally LaBiche put her hound on a leash   And the timer on the quiche, she's kind of nouveau riche   But we like her      Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay   Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman   And you don't act fresh and you don't touch my children   If the young man wants to see the sun go down      It was the kids who spotted him a running   As we drove through the harbor fog   And that's when we got our engines gunning   'Cause we knew he was headed for the cranberry bog   We got our hip-high rubber boots strapped on   And Molly got the big flashlights out   And by the "Welcome to New England" sign   Got him with the fishing line   In the dark smell of brine   Betty said "This one is mine."   She is ruthless      Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay   Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman   And you just say no and you don't touch my children   If the young man wants to see the sun go down      Well we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him   'Cause you don't have to take it so far   When your roots go back to Old Salem   And you've got a local chapter of the DAR   Now I don't go tooting on my lobsters   'Cause your pride doesn't go with your plaid   But it's a victory won and it couldn't be done   By the hippy-dippy flaky-shaky fun-in-the-sun   Braless wonders      Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay   Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman   And you know your place and you don't touch my children   If the young man wants to see the sun go down   If the young man wants to see the sun go down