It coulda been any boy, it
It coulda been any girl
IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm glad it was me
IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm glad it was you
Met a girl from Austin, Dallas
Met a girl I wonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't soon forget her
Sat down to write her a letter
I wrote this song instead
These idle hands
They do the devils work
These idle hands
They do a whole lot worse
These idle hands
They do the devils work
These idle hands
They do a whole lot worse
A whole lot worse
I bet you got a boy
Back in Austin, baby
But IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm not asking
But IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm not asking
These idle hands
They do the devils work
These idle hands
They do a whole lot worse
These idle hands
They do the devils work
These idle hands
They do a whole lot worse
A whole lot worse
Met a girl from Austin, Dallas
Met a girl from Austin, Dallas
Met a girl I wonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't soon forget
It coulda been any boy
It coulda been any girl
IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm glad it was me
IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm glad it was you
These idle hands
They do the devils work
These idle hands
They do a whole lot worse
These idle hands
They do the devils work
These idle hands
They do a whole lot
Worse