My names in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike   My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy?s bike   The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him   My wife?s in the kitchen and Margie is at the Lincoln Park Inn      And I know why she?s there I?ve been there before   But I made a promise that I wouldn?t cheat anymore   I try to ignore it but I know she?s in there my friend   My mind?s on a number and Margie is at the Lincoln Park Inn      Next Sunday it?s my turn to speak to the young peoples' class   And they expect answers to all the questions they ask   What would they say if I spoke on a modern day sin?   And all of the Margie?s and all of the Lincoln Park Inns      The bike is all fixed and my little boy?s in bed asleep   His little warm puppy is curled in a ball at my feet   My wife?s baking cookies to feed to the bridge club again   I?m almost out of cigarettes and Margie is at the Lincoln Park Inn   And I know why she?s there