(Up to No Good) Friday, payday, Lordy got to get away Had it with the wife thing, living on a shoe string What’s a poor girl got to do just to have some fun? All these years without any help Guess what, honey, clothes just don’t wash themselves! Neither do dishes, neither does the bathroom floor So, now if anyone asks, not that they would I’ll be down in Mississippi and up to no good No more, what a bore, had enough, I’m out the door Headed for a breakdown, had it with the small town Gonna call Lisa, gonna call Carla Sue Now we’re gonna let it roll, gonna let it rip Gonna get us a nice room down on the strip Not that we’ll need it, there won’t be any sleepin’ tonight So, now if anyone asks, not that they would We’ll be down in Mississippi and up to no good Hammer down, here we go Runnin’ for the riverboat All you’re gonna see is asses and elbows Luck’s about to change for these three queens Tired of getting’ jokers, deal us up kings Snake eyes, roll the dice, double down and hit me twice Cashin’ in the big chips, gonna leave a big tip Hotter than a two dollar pistol, baby, I’m on fire So, now if anyone asks, not that they would I’ll be down in Mississippi and up to no good If anyone asks, not that they would I’ll be down in Mississippi and up to no good