Knocked Up - Kevin Fowler, Rich O'Toole

No, I did not go to church last Sunday

For my sins, I need not confess

With your daddy standing at the pulpit

Oh, I just figured stayin' home was the best

Oh, your physique is swellin', and your waistline’s tellin'

Everybody knows that it’s mine

I guess the word’s got around this ole one story town

And your preacher daddy, he ain’t blind

You got knocked up, and I got locked up

I guess you’d say that we both got screwed

You got locked out, and I got knocked out

I guess you’re gonna miss a lot of school

Yeah, you looked a damn sight older

That night up on the hill

If I’d have knowed what I know, girl, I wouldn’t have let you go

But you said that you were on the pill

Yeah, your uncle, he’s the town sheriff

Your grandaddy, he’s the county judge

No, I don’t see a way that I’ll see the light of day

With your whole family holding a grudge

You got knocked up, and I got locked up

I guess you’d say that we both got screwed

You got locked out, and I got knocked out

I guess you’re gonna miss a lot of school

Oh, girl, you ain’t gonna graduate this year!

I don’t think so

Yeah, your family’s got the shotgun ready

I can hear those church bells chime

No, I may not be ready for a wedding, honey

But I know that I ain’t ready to die

You got knocked up, and I got locked up

I guess you’d say that we both got screwed

You got locked out, and I got knocked out

I guess you’re gonna miss a lot of school

Yeah, you’re gonna miss a lot of school

I think you’re gonna miss a lot of school

No, girl, I you ain’t gonna make it to the prom this year